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Holding On

200K

We moved. For those of you that read our blog, you will recognize this as a familiar topic. But this time around it was a little different, we moved everything - our entire life in one weekend: home and shop.

One of the things about moving is that it brings you face to face with what you own. From the bike you ride everyday to the random t-shirt from a race you did in the 90’s, its all there. Some of it still in boxes from the last move, some of it strewn around the house. Random stuff, photos, love letters all stored in boxes. The most important moments (at least they were at the time) stored safely so that they can be remembered, or just kept.

Getting ready for the big weekend got us thinking of the things we hold on to. Nat’s mom has “Keep or Chuck.” The rules are simple: Pick up an item. Keep it or chuck it. You have to go into it with the right mindset, otherwise you go soft and keep the stuff you don’t really need to keep around. Natalie took this in another direction with her “Things I Used To Own” Project. She decided that she wanted to keep the memory of some things, even if she didn’t want to keep the actual object. Therefore, she started taking pictures. The Utah Phillips concert stub, the beads that were a gift, the wind up Godzilla that came from an old architecture professor – all saved and discarded at the same time.

But holding on to things goes even further sometimes.

We have this old dresser that I inherited from a roommate years ago. He had a girlfriend who spilled patchouli all over it. It never smells unless we move it. Then the memory of that girlfriend – who I never even met – comes back to me.

Then there is that race I ran back in Duluth. It was a trail race. I was fit. And I wanted to win. Me and this other guy when toe to toe over hills across creeks on extremely technical trails for miles on end. I would try to destroy him. He would try to destroy me. Then on this long downhill section, he pulled away. I leaned in and ran faster than I should have - the memory of which is lodged equally in both of my hamstrings, neatly stored and accessible at anytime.

We store stuff. Sometimes in boxes. Sometimes in basements. But sometimes, the things we store are wafting on a breeze. Sometimes, they are stored in muscles and bones.

Speaking of holding on, we did our first brevet a couple of weeks ago. It was a 200 K which wiggled into 126 miles of total cycling. The beauty of doing something epic is that you are making memories at every moment. But it’s also a lot like being in a field at night surrounded by fireflies: you don’t know which ones are going to end up in the jar and which ones are going to go free. You can read Heidi’s wonderful report here.

Going to Hell Twice Without Leaving the Kitchen – A day in the life of a framebuilder.

Fail Harder

I got up, let the dog out, and jumped into the shower. No sooner had I pulled on my favorite pair of shop pants and an old t shirt, than a voicemail appeared blinking on my telephone. I hadn’t had my coffee, and already I was missing calls. It was Bicycling Magazine. They wanted to ask me a few questions to go along with the photos they took a couple of weeks back. Where is that coffee? Are we really out of sugar?

I returned the call, left a voicemail, and drank some coffee while checking my emails. A customer had a few questions about her bike design which presented some interesting possibilities and a couple of conversations later, we were looking at an intriguing and innovative solution. The computer, which was going to be packed into the backpack to head down to the shop, was now plugged into the wall while I plugged my ideas into BikeCAD Pro to try them out.

This design would be pretty new, so I got on the phone to review some of finer points and a few calls later I found myself talking to Grant Petersen. He asked me a couple of questions to gauge what he was dealing with, and then he asked point blank if I was mostly using carbon (he said “plastic”) forks on my bikes. I said I’ve used them on two bikes. “Well, then you are only going to hell twice.” I hoped he wasn’t the final authority on that, so we moved on to bottom bracket drops for 650B bikes and he offered his brake reach-centric fork designing method.

Back in the kitchen, the dog needed a treat. I administered a frozen treat-stuffed kong, and got back to BikeCAD. Since I was already at the computer, I started digging into some methods of making some of the technical decisions easier on my customers. A little while later, I was neck deep into Basecamp and had enlisted a couple of customers to be guinea pigs.

Uploading pictures of cable routing choices for mixte frames, I got the call I had been waiting for. Bicycling Magazine had questions for Sweetpea. Sweetpea was on her second cup of coffee and was ready for a lively interview. Talking about bikes and why women deserve the best gets me pretty stoked. It gets me thinking about all the really fantastic women who are in line for a Sweetpea, and reminds me just how lucky I am to be doing this.

After the interview I called Michael Sylvester, my bicycle fitting mentor to check in about some of our upcoming Sweetpea fittings. We went over some outstanding decisions and decided to gather some information and meet back for a bike design jam session. Next thing I knew his 4 o’clock appointment was calling. Really? Was it that late? I hadn’t even looked into the lathe purchase I am thinking of making for my new shop, let alone touched metal all day. I spent the next chunk of my afternoon coordinating a shop visit to look at some machinery and getting an education in the benefits of large spindle bore diameters on metal lathes. (To sum it up once and for all, bigger is better.)

By the time Austin came home and the puppy was roused from her slumber beneath the kitchen table, I had packed in a full day and barely left the kitchen. When you come home brushing metal shavings off your sleeves and wiping oil smudges off your forehead, you know that you’ve been making something. On days like this, work is a bit less tangible. Important work? Yes. But it doesn’t quite feel real unless something is getting bent, chopped, brazed or filed. Its days like this where I have to remind myself that if its a small failure not to touch metal, then there are times when you just have to fail harder.

A Trip to the Welding Store

(Image courtesy of BikePortland.org)

I love welding stores, but they can be a little trippy. There are always products on the shelf from way before I was born (apparently some aspects of melting metal haven’t changed that much) and the inexplicably fashion-forward welding bandanas (da-glo florals and patriotic variations on the theme of eagles). I tend to regard them as places apart from the rest of the world, unburdened by pesky advances in gender equality or merchandising finesse. I usually march in, find my goodies, and leave, no more noticed than the guy in the gorilla costume you didn’t notice because you were busy counting how many times the basketball was passed among the players.

So imagine my surprise, when the welding store clerk engaged me on the topic of bikes. He rides to work when he can, but also drives a truck. He questions whether riding on certain streets is really safe. And few observations of bike/car dialogue later, I felt Portland seeping into the welding store experience.  Then he dropped the bombshell: “I really think that these Bike Boxes are a great thing. It’s good that bikes can pull in front of cars so that they can see you, and how you can’t turn on a red. It’s going to be a lot safer…”

Bike love knows no borders. Not in this town, at least.

Back to our regularly scheduled program.

Drool

(Drool)

It seems that we are just now coming down from the all out sprint that was the Big Show. Highlights include: meeting a ton of wonderful people, meeting all those frambuilders in person, and seeing energy and enthusiasm for great bikes. We got a lot of love from the press:

http://www.dailypeloton.com/displayarticle.asp?pk=12179

http://thisjustin.bicycling.com/2008/02/built-by-hand.html

http://www.oregonlive.com/business/oregonian/index.ssf?/base/business/1202531109290910.xml&coll=7

http://reviews.roadbikereview.com/nahbs/2008/02/10/sweatpea-bicycles/

http://wweek.com/editorial/3413/10350/

But with that said, a couple highlights stand out: a warm framebuilder reception at the Vanilla Workshop, meeting Sheila Moon and all the other women builders - all six of them!, and the dog treats. Yes, dog treats. A lovely woman from Colorado brought us some dog treats for our puppy. So incredibly sweet.

Thanks to everyone who made it such a wonderful show. Special thanks to D Sharp (who took some amazing shots of), Megan (our first Sweetpea model), and Hazel (who we couldn’t have done it without).

Lastly, there were so many great shots of bikes out on the internet, I thought I would take some shots of the people who brought them to you. Enjoy.


Created with Admarket’s flickrSLiDR.

Sweetpea Bicycles: A Primer

With all the news, activity, and general awesomeness going on, we felt it right to give a little primer to those of you who might be hearing about us for the first time. First off, welcome to Sweetpea Bicycles.

We specialize in building bikes for the ladies, bikes that fit.
While most folks take measurements and plug numbers into a formula, we try as often as possible to do a real fitting - to see the rider in motion. There is a lot of experience, miles, and muscle memory that you need to work into the mix, and we think this is the best way of dialing things in. We have strong feelings about this. And we have one of the best fitters in the country.

We have one incredible bike builder.
Her name is Natalie, and she is one of only a handful of women bike builders in North America. With a background in architectural design and six years as a professional rider (cough, bike messenger), Natalie has been designing and building bikes for the last two years.

Our bikes start at around $3000 complete.
You are probably thinking one of two things: OMG, that is so expensive, or, OMG that is so cheap. We know. These beauties are built by hand, one at a time, and come out looking hot. They are made out of steel, and are designed to last a very long time. You get to pick your color. Prices vary based on parts and accessories.

We do not believe that you need credentials to buy a custom bike.
If you love to ride, that is all you need.

Our wait list is hovering around a year.
And we expect it to continue to grow. For those of you who are on the fence, now is probably the time. To get in line, we require a $500 deposit. Note: If we do not have your deposit, then you are not in line.

We donate 1% of our sales to environmental causes.
Our bikes are built in Portland, Oregon, but they are sourced from all over the world. Even though we are still small, we feel that there is no time like now for making a difference.

We keep some eye candy on the internets.
And pictures of our dog. To all of our Flickr buddies: Peace.

This is our most stolen picture.

The Farmers Market

You can see it here online 24 hours a day.

And yes. We know. The website needs work.

Open Source: S’mitten Pattern

We promised a long while ago to open source the S’mitten pattern for all those folks who have the mad skills to knit their own. There’s snow on the ground here in Portland and the radio reports no morning kindergarten, so we figure it’s S’mitten knittin’ time.

adventures in knitting 001

So here is the deal. We are open sourcing this because, 1) the world needs more three fingered gloves and 2) because some of you talented knitters out there can make this thing better, stronger, faster, cozier. So if you use this pattern and improve on it, please comment and let us know.

Hand Knitted S’mitten Pattern

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Sweetpea Bicycles Hires New Assistant Production Manager

For Immediate Release:

Sweetpea Bicycles announces the addition of a new Assistant (to the) Production Manager.

Puppytown

After a long and in depth search, Sweetpea Bicycles has selected a new Assistant Production Manager - Greta the puppy.  “With weeks of experience in looking adorable and a recent graduate from the Humane Society, Greta the puppy is a welcome addition to Sweetpea Bicycles, LLC.” Natalie Ramsland, Owner.  Greta is being trained by the current Production Manager whose role was recently expanded to lead the sales team.

Unpainted

I have a confession: I love looking at unpainted bikes.

NAHBS Preview

I used to joke that Natalie got to use the big tools, and that on occasion, I got to use the little tools - and only under adult  supervision.  But in all honesty, it is really satisfying work to take a file and some emery cloth to an unfinished frame and put all of your focus and attention into making a spot smooth and beautiful.  I am sure that some people would find it boring; but for me, when I get the chance to do it, the hours simply melt away.

We keep a lot of our pictures up on Flickr, and so do a lot of other builders.  So selfishly, I created a group called Unpainted featuring bikes before the paint goes on.  There is a lot of work and a lot of love that goes into these bikes, and I think that it is sometimes easier to see it without the paint.  So if you have a shot, add it to the group.  If not, just admire the work that it takes to build a bike by hand.

Cigars and Onions

An Onion

A long while back, Natalie and I thought it would be important to take up some bad habits to offset all the cycling, running, and multivitamins we take; so we decided to start smoking.  We now smoke a cigar together every six months or so.  At first, I wasn’t quite sure how to do it. . . that is, be a smoker.  What I found was that it wasn’t that hard to do, but it was hard to do casually.  The first couple of times we fumbled around with things, and I think we have the hang of it now.  But a couple of months ago, I was taking a slow draw off a cigar when something hit me.  It was the taste in my mouth and the smell in my nose.

This shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise as this the what the whole deal is about.  But what was so remarkable was that in a single moment I was instantly reminded of my grandfather.  He used to smoke cigars regularly, and as a kid when he would lean in and give me a kiss on the cheek, I would be able to taste the smell in my nose.  It was only when he leaned in close when that this would happen, and it was something I had not thought about in nearly twenty years.  And now, it reminds me of him and conveys a certain perspective: I don’t just remember him, I remember him when he was close.  So now when Nat and I cozy up to a big cigar, I can lean back and remember my grandfather.  And it’s nice.

I would have never been reminded of this had we not done something entirely new and completely out of character.  Which of course brings me to the subject of onions.  When I was growing up, I would look at my parents completely aghast as they consumed raw onions on things like sandwiches and salads.  This in my mind was tantamount to eating dynamite.  And I was recently reminded of the horror I felt in college when I saw a friend of mine who during a play had to eat an onion like an apple.  So imagine my surprise when at breakfast some raw onion made its way into my mouth accompanied with some bagel, cream cheese, capers, tomato, lettuce and lox.  Maybe it was the combination that made it possible, but I really liked it.  I think that the feeling I felt afterward is termed cognitive dissonance.  I guess I knew that tastes change as you get older, but what I didn’t realize was how those changes are connected to things that have been deep down a long time.

Out of Office AutoReply:

Thank you for your message.  Austin and Natalie will be out of the shop from the 22nd to the 29th with limited access to phone and email.   We will be in northern Minnesota experiencing heavy snowfall, extreme winds, and an undeterred sense of adventure.  In the event of an emergency, we suggest hot cocoa and warm socks.

Windy!