Posted in Cycling,TravelJune 24, 2014
Roosevelt is a tiny stop-over town in the heart of Utah’s oil fields. Trucks come lumbering through from Duschene or Vernal almost every 60 seconds, stopping rarely for a coffee or some gas. There wasn’t much to do for two days while Dadams recovered besides watching Fast and Furious 6, so Parker and I hung out at the hotel pool, and spent a while at the best place in town - Marion’s Variety – for sandwiches and amazing ice cream shakes. We chatted with the waitresses and the owner for a while, learned a bit about the town, and when we leaving, the owner told us to not worry about the bill and to just “have a safe ride.” The kindness in this part of the country is nothing like the temperament out East. Niceness is truth out here; it’s quieter, less showy than the extreme politeness of the Southeast and more freely given than the cold North. It is humble, honest, and from the heart. It is a pleasant reminder of humanity’s better half.
Posted in Cycling,TravelJune 23, 2014
“Guys, I don’t think I am going to make it.” When you hear something like that from a guy like Dadams, you know he is hurting. Parker and I were on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, Utah, watching Dadams’ slow decent into fever and sickness. “Alright, lets flag down a truck,” said Parker, with a mix of concern and confidence. Parker and Dadams had already been through the gauntlet; four weeks on the road and they were already seasoned bike tourers. A truck with a really nice young couple returning from bow-hunting turkeys picked us up and dropped us off in the nearest town, 10 miles down the road. We then hitched again 40 miles to the next town, Roosevelt, UT, where Dadams crashed and recovered in the hotel for the next two days.
Life on the road is a very different kind of existence. Some problems become more acute, but most of life’s problems simply disappear; replaced with a beautiful string of endless change and diverse experiences. Doing a bike tour isn’t much different than a long hiking trip or a road trip - your life’s hierarchy is simply reevaluated, restructured, and reordered. It is a spectacular kind of lifestyle.
Posted in PhotographyJune 16, 2014
A few weeks ago, Brett convinced me to buy some ISO3200 film for an upcoming party we were having. One roll and one party later, I discovered a few good shots! Check them out.
Posted in Cycling,TravelMay 24, 2014
I am going on a bike ride! Expect pain, suffering, beauty, and awesomeness!
Posted in Cycling,RumblingsApril 18, 2014
One year later, one more handmade bike. After my 3BMC Road was taken out of commission last year, I knew I needed a replacement frame for 2014. I also knew I wanted to try my hand at framebuilding again. So, when the snow started to fall and the cold New England winter set in, I holed myself up in Artisan’s Asylum in Somerville with Paul Carson and set out to make some more frames for myself.
As I find myself more excited about long distance adventure rides and less about racing, I wanted to design something that I could take anywhere, on any conditions, for any amount of time. On top of that, at the end of May, I am embarking on a two week bike tour from Salt Lake City to Denver with two close friends. We are going up and over the Wasatch Range, across the Colorado Plateau, over the Rocky Mountains, and a final summit of Mount Evans for a total of 600 miles and over 40,000 feet of climbing. At a minimum, it is going to be an adventure, and I needed a bike that was up to the task.
The Getty Villa is one of America’s great modern buildings. Originally built in 1974 by J. Paul Getty to house his personal art and antiquities collection, the museum was renovated and expanded by Machado Silvetti Architects from 1993 to 2006. Since it has been re-opened, it has been extensively written about and praised, with a new spanish monograph coming out this past year.
Posted in Photography,TravelMarch 17, 2014
I was in LA a few weeks ago, visiting my friend Nirav. He has been working his ass off at Oculus, so I felt obliged to go out and bother him for a few days. I went with my friend Chris, and while we were out there we were lucky enough to have some friends join us for the weekend. It was a great trip, with time spent at the Getty Villa, hiking Griffith Park, watching sunsets on the beach, and most importantly, eating tacos.
Posted in Cycling,ProjectsFebruary 25, 2014
I’ve been spending my 2014 winter weekends holed up in the Paul Carson Bikes workshop in Artisan’s Asylum, working away at two new bikes for the year. The first is a lugged steel track bike with Paragon drops and what is shaping up to be a great build (44rn chainring, h+son tb14 rims, nitto cockpit, cambium saddle). The second is a lugged Columbus steel road bike outfitted in SRAM and Thomson that will double as a road machine and a fully-loaded adventurer for my upcoming two week tour over the Wasatch and Rocky Mountain ranges this spring.
I always enjoy my time in the shop, whether it is being super productive and brazing out a whole front triangle in a day or doing a bit of filing and shooting the shit with Paul.
Posted in Architecture,ProjectsFebruary 21, 2014
This fall, my roommates and I decided to design and CNC a bench and set of stools for our “Breakfast Nook,” a fairly under-utilized and over-hyped room in our apartment. David Parker spearheaded the project, with Tyler, Nathaniel, and myself providing some (mostly) useful criticism and a heavy dose of moral support. The project was modeled in Rhino and CNC’ed at Artisan’s Asylum. We think it came out great, and the Breakfast Nook has now shifted to become the most over-utilized and over-hyped room in the apartment.
Posted in CyclingJanuary 28, 2014
It was a month ago, while I was in Paul Carson‘s shop in Artisan’s Asylum, that I first heard about the bones of Paul’s newest project: The Bowl of Death. At that time it was still only an idea, but I saw some sketches and diagrams on his whiteboard that hinted at some serious excitement. A few weeks later I was visiting the Asylum with some friends when I spotted Paul, waving at me behind a 5′ tall test piece of the bowl. I ran over and helped him screw in the last few bits of blocking, we nailed in some plywood, and then stomped on it a bit. We couldn’t stop laughing at how crazy and awesome it was going to be.