Monthly Archives: June 2008

Influence Pedaler

Dan and his new ride.  Okay, this one is for his wife.

We had been in California for all of an hour when I was overcome with an urge to visit a vintage bike-shop I had seen on our way into La Jolla.  All that I had to say was,”Hey, let’s to go the bike shop” to convince my brother-in-law Dan to take me down there.

Velo Culture is a cool, fun shop.  Go there if you’re ever in San Diego.  They have fixie bikes of all vintages, with cool parts and a cool staff.  In the market for an aero frame circa 1988?  They have it, along with some kickin’ disk wheels to round it out properly.  Though small, it was a place I could’ve stayed for hours and hours.  It’s a good thing I didn’t stick around.  I would’ve spent some money that – really – I don’t have.  

So, I helped Dan spend some of his money, instead.  Call it the Devil in me, but I like to exert my influence when it comes to anything FUN.

I said to the mechanic:  ”Hey, you have a lot of cool stuff here, but I think Dan here’s more in the market for a cruiser bike.  Got any of those?”

“Nah,” said the friendly, pierced hipster with the full ink-shirt,”but if you go down the road to PB, you’ll find one of the best cruiser shops anywhere.”  So off we went to PB.  (That’s Pacific Beach, by the way…)

Just a mile or two down the road from Velo Culture is Bicycle Discovery, and there we found cruiser heaven.  So, of course, we bought two.  Actually, Dan bought two of them, with strong encouragement from me.  Oh, and with some good cheer-leading from the nice Jamaican sales-guy who helped us, too.  When we got on for the test rides, he laughed and clapped and said,”That’s the way you do it, Man!”

The whole experience was a lot of fun, the way that it should be.  It was obvious that the staff at Bicycle Discovery was having fun while we were there.  This wasn’t just because it was a busy Friday.  They seem to have fun all the time, and it was noticeable. I said as much to Dan, and he said,”Why wouldn’t their job be fun? They work in a bike shop!”

“Sadly,” I said,”that’s not always the case.”  So many shops that should be specializing in FUN forget about this important detail, especially when economic times are tough.  Sales shift to being about the product instead of about the activity, and this isn’t good.  Rutabaga in Madison likes to make the distinction really clear, to everybody:  ”We sell time on the water.”

At Bicycle Discovery, it was obvious that they were selling California beach culture, with some fat tires and coaster brakes thrown in for added measure.  Oh, and FUN was included, too.

ps:  If FUN wasn’t a compelling reason enough, I was able to take one of the new cruisers on its maiden-ride back to La Jolla and saw this sign en route:

National average just $4?  Welcome to the top of the data-set.  
Note the full-service option, too.
(Hey, it’s La Jolla…)

Cross Training

Coach said that I was supposed to ride two hours today.  I crawled out of bed as best as I could at 5:30am, and was as psyched as possible.


For 5:30am.  

Unfortunately, the tri-bike decided to misbehave a bit this morning.  There was an easy fix, but the more I messed with it the more it ate into valuable riding time.  The vintage Benotto is off at a spa in California for its 25th birthday, so that left the CX bike.

So – what the heck – I took it out.

I’ve been riding this bike on rainy days this spring, and you may know that we have had a few.  Last fall, Pete showed me a little loop not too far from PEMBAbase, and it has a couple hills that help with intervals.  Early in the morning there are a lot of dog-walkers on the trail.  They were very polite, and they also looked at me as if I may have been breaking another law.  (And since last weekend’s adventures in lawlessness I have been trying to stay on the straight-and-narrow, I swear…)

The trail had changed radically in the few short weeks since I was on it last.  It had become overgrown, and very green.  There were fewer flowers, and more grasses and leaves.  Instead of riding through calf-deep fresh spring shoots, I found myself shooting through tunnels of solid green.  Leaves stuck to my helmet and shoes.  

Growing up in Arizona and Wyoming, I learned to tell the difference between different sub-species of cholla cactus, and I know many Wind River Range native plants by smell alone.  My friend Darren also grew up elsewhere, but he’s done a much better job than I have at learning the spectrum of Wisconsin flora.  I’m inspired by his skills in this, so I’ll have to study some.

When you find a bit of nature and return to it again and again, you discover new things.  The earth changes every day, and we only discover this when we take the time to notice.  It’s probably not for nothing that the best naturalists became experts in small plots of local land.  Thoreau had Walden Pond, Aldo Leopold had The Shack, and Darwin developed his ideas on the small islands of the Galapagos.  When you focus on the particular and revisit it frequently, change reveals itself to you in ways that are measurable.

In our industry, we often promote the biggest, wildest, and furthest-flung adventures.  These sorts of trips capture the imagination, because at heart we’re all aspirational enthusiasts.  This isn’t a bad thing per se, but it seems that we need to weave in the idea that there is just as much to discover in the Hundred Acre Wood, just down the road, every dang day.

"Act Your Age!"

As young as you feel: 
Vera – mother and step-mother to three – will turn 15 for the 29th time this summer.


We hear this all the time, and never seem to obey. Vera and I took out the
new longboards, and rode them much of the weekend with the kids. There were no casualties, except for four-year-old Misa who stepped on one of the boards and had it slip out from under her. She has a really nice nose-scrape and a little bit of a fat-lip. When asked about it, she smiles and beams proudly: “I was skate-boarding!”

We had so much fun on them that we changed plans for Saturday’s date-night. Originally, we were going to go check out the new-ish Sundance Theatre here in Madison, but we didn’t want to give up our rides. So, we dressed as nicely as we dared and hit the endless asphalt bike trails around Madison. After some good cruising, we stopped first at one of the nicest Tex-Mex restaurants in town, and hardly felt out-of-place with our almost four-foot-long boards tucked under our table. After a few margaritas, we hit the night-time roads to get ice-cream on State Street. From there, we cruised some of the ramps up and down onto the bike path – and even went buildering in a few coveted locations – until it was time to relieve the baby-sitter, at 11pm.

Several things: 1) We both got smile-cramps from riding these boards; 2) Paths and roads we’d biked, run, or walked hundreds of times suddenly became very different because of our new mode of travel; and 3) No dinosaurs were wasted over the course of our date-night, and CO2 emissions were limited to our slightly-elevated respiration rates.

Which is more illegal – buildering or boarding at the Kohl Center?

Okay, so we broke a few laws, too: As it turns out, we later heard that you can get a DUI from riding a skateboard under the influence, and buildering – or boarding – on or around the Kohl Center is strictly verboten. At our age, we’re really far too old to be breaking so many laws so close to home, but what does that matter? You’re as young as you feel, really.

On Saturday, we each felt about fifteen: Slightly rebellious, completely independent, invincible, and – yes – even a little hormonal. What could be better?

ps: I ran some errands on the Fleetwood today, and discovered that we broke yet another law:  You can’t ride skateboards on the street!  Thanks to the kind officer from the MPD who gave me a friendly warning today instead of a ticket…

Can You Spot Our New Toys?

Hint:  What products here don’t we rep?  Thanks Uncle Mike!

The Unintended Consequences of Fine Design

We paid Steve a nickel to model a look that we’re sure wasn’t quite created on purpose.  We call him “50 Steve.”  All he needs is a pair of highly authentic Vasque Triple-Crowns and he’d be all set for a hike uptown…

Secret Sharer

I have to give shout-outs to Odub this morning.  He’s a climber/rapper who has written a song about Todd Skinner.  It’s called “Float.”  I particularly like how he worked in so many of Todd’s route names into the song.  It’s a perfect and unexpected musical tribute.


Todd was one of my oldest and best friends.  I’ve been missing him a lot lately.  I won’t write about him here, this moment.  Another old friend wrote a really good memory about Todd in her blog earlier this week, so you can read that instead.  And be sure you check out the song.  It’s a keeper.

The Devil, You Say?

In these past few months (and probably longer) I’m sure that some people think I’m the Devil.  (Or – at the very least – they hope that I visit him – right quick – and preferably before July 22nd…) It seems appropriate then that this is the number that I was given for an event today.  


Read it and weep.  The Apocalypse is nigh.  Behold the Destroyer.

On the other hand, this may just be an omen.  I had three flats and two mechanicals and drew a DNF.  Coincidence?  I think not.

The Funny Pages

Brazenly stolen from the paper this morning via iPhone – apologies for the grey image but it was a low-light environment.
As I was waiting for my coffee this morning, this editorial comic jumped out of the paper at me.  (Well, not really…)  Still, the paper was open to it and I noticed it right away.  The funny thing is that this exact same scenario happened to Team Pemba when we were traveling to a recent sales meeting.  We requested a hybrid, and were given a luxury full-size car, instead.  In fact, the rental-car agency was all out of hybrids, and nobody wanted regular cars of any stripe.  They even gave us a discount for our forced upgrade, because all of the economy cars were out, too.

So, the good news is that lots of people want to do the right thing.  The bad news is that corporate America hasn’t figured out how to deliver this 100% of the time, yet.  (Okay, maybe not even 50% of the time.)  The sad part about this car-rental company is that they had recently moved all of the Bay Area hybrids to one location, so that they could advertise that they had a “100% Green” rental location; too bad they gutted SFO of all of the hybrids, in doing so.  I guess it would be easier to move 50 cars to one location and call it “100% Green.”  Beats having to buy several hundred hybrids, that’s for sure, and these days the advertising rights for green are gold.

This reminds me:  A company we once worked with had the internal motto of wanting to be “Green When Convenient.”  This meant that they wanted to get credit for “going green,” but didn’t necessarily want to do the hard work of re-crafting their business around sustainability. We’re really glad to be working with companies now that are committed to making demonstrable changes towards sustainability, but this is the topic of another blog post…

Funny how you make connections, sometimes at a glance:  In the same paper – positioned side-by-side with the editorial cartoon – was an article that predicted that oil would break a record today.  And, in fact, it did.  To bring this full-circle, Scott at the MORE show today shared that it’s unlikely that we’ll be able to land a bus-sponsor for the event.  We had really hoped that this was an idea that would take wings.  While there are strong leads for next year, this initiative was announced too late to fit into this year’s budgets.  And that’s too bad.

Of all of the sponsorship ideas that were generated for the show, this was the only one that had “National PR Opportunity” written all over it.  Plus, the purpose of revitalizing the local show is – in part – to reduce the amount of fuel consumed during the course of the bi-annual selling cycle.  We’ve done studies that show that a strong local tradeshow can save 93% of the gas that would be used by ten reps showing their wares to the same ten stores.  This is one of the rare times when somebody can actually do good and score a big hit at the same time.  Do you know somebody who can find the budget for this opportunity?  I mean, can you – dear reader – tap the right source for this funding?

(Did we mention that a journalist-friend wants to try to sell this story to NPR? – Hey, we’re going to keep trying to sell it up to the very end…)

Meanwhile, enjoy the funnies, and the daily news.  This oil issue is bound to get funnier, every dang day.

The Battle of Helm’s Deep – A Polemic

Warning: What follows is a polemic that I wrote several days ago en route back from San Francisco and the Mountain Hardwear sales meeting. You could say that I was inspired. I started it on the plane and was so excited about it that I asked Steve to drive us back from the Milwaukee airport so that I could finish it. I polished off the last sentence as we pulled into Madison.

I was so proud. Then, after I posted it (you may have seen it briefly) I reviewed it the next morning. My best and favorite critic – my wife Vera – read it too. She called me on what I already knew. Her question put it best:

“Who are you writing this to, and why? What new are you bringing to the table that isn’t already out there?”

(One smart lady, my wife, she is.)

So, I pulled it.  I’ve wrestled with this for the past few days and haven’t come up with an answer, particularly to her last question. But I’ve decided to post it anyway, more or less as a way to get a conversation started. I like balanced arguments, and I believe in the dialectic. There’s bound to be a better way to think of this stuff out there, and perhaps one of you can help me find my way…

King Theoden: “What can men do against such reckless hate?”
Aragorn: “Ride out and meet it.”

Like Orcs from Mordor, change is descending upon our Middle Earth. Rather than the goblins of legend, these threats to us all are very real: Global warming, dwindling resources, and the resultant economic and political uncertainty are scarier than any troll. And this is the good news. It could be far worse.

Oftentimes in human history, change has arrived at the point of a sword: The Romans conquered Europe, the Spaniards enslaved the Americas, and the Nazis rolled into France. The current threat to our environment is no less dire, yet unlike these times in history we still have an opportunity to choose the outcome. It’s time now to choose positive change, before other less desirable options are forced upon us. Just because Orcs don’t exist doesn’t mean that the Orcs gathered at our gate are any less threatening.

It’s time we ride out to meet them, and this is no mere metaphor.  We as a culture and – in particular – we here in the outdoor industry need to lead this charge.  (If we don’t own the battle for the environment, then who will?) About once in a generation – or perhaps even once every other generation – are we given the opportunity to create fundamental change. This time for this is now. We need to change the way that we live, work, and play.

This is more than a matter of making the choice between “paper or plastic?” Recycling, composting, and waste reduction are merely a start. Higher gas-mileage vehicles are a stop-gap measure at best. No one doubts that $4 gas is here to stay, and this is just the beginning. We need to re-examine every aspect of our supply chain, every detail of our business and personal practices, and every nuance of our message. Actions, language, and mind-sets need to be in alignment, and not just with a few of us. This is something that we all must do.

There are those who disagree. There are those who would gather what resources they can and wait out the siege of Orcs. “It’s always worked before,” they say,”We’ve gathered at Helm’s Deep many times and we’ve always outlasted them; we’ll be back at our farms by spring planting time, you’ll see.”

To these folks I say: The foot-soldiers of antiquity had no answer for Roman chariots; the cliff-dwellings of the Anasazi were long-vacant before the conquistadors even arrived; the Germans simply flew over the Maginot Line. No conservative/defensive movement in human history has ever guardedly saved itself into the future. Change is the way of the world, and evolution is inevitable. Species and cultures that cannot or will not adapt go extinct. Dig a few inches down into the soil and you’ll find fossils and relics of those who have come and gone before.

History favors innovators, those who ride out to meet change and greet it with new ideas, new tools, and new resolve. Resolve is most important. Gandalf had no magic powerful enough to defeat the Orcs on his own, but he was willing to be the shining white beacon and lead others on the charge. The Battle for Helm’s Deep was not won with the wave of a wand – or by cowering in the caves with the children and old men – but by the determined swinging of a thousand swords.

We’re actively looking for new ways to do things, new things to do, and new ways to think and speak. Pick up your sword, saddle your horse, muster what magic you can, and ride with us.

The Definite Article

Maybe it’s time that we change articles.  For many years now we in the outdoor industry have been talking about “Done In A Day” activities.  We should change from the indefinite (“A”) to the definite (“The”) article.  In other words, we need to start talking about “Done In The Day,” instead.


The reason is that people would benefit from getting outside on a daily basis, close to home.  Instead of a long drive to a multi-pitch day climb, encourage people to go bouldering locally instead.  The closest mountain bike trail is a half-a-day away?  Put knobby tires on the old road bike and explore the nearest dirt road, CX-style.  Just about every major metropolitan area in the Midwest has a trail close to downtown (ask us – we’ve been there), so go trail-running on one of these local paths and get to know it.  Most people would be surprised to know that the local trail changes every day, all year around.  Even a mile-long local loop can catch someone’s attention when it’s visited a few days a week.  The same is true of the local pond, stream, or lake, so get out and paddle it regularly.

There are a lot of good reasons to think “Done In The Day” instead of “Done In A Day.”  Taking advantage of outdoor recreation opportunities right outside the front door is good for one’s head, body, the environment, and the local outdoor shop, also.  The bell-curve of our industry is shifting to the right.  Basically, we’re aging, we have more responsibilities, discretionary time and dollars aren’t what they were, and we just can’t do the things we used to do.  

At the same time, the younger generations that we’re trying to court have lots of available distractions competing for their time.  While we are trying to get youth more involved and inspired by multi-day activities, it may be more effective to start out in smaller doses.  On day five of a backpacking trip kids really miss cold-milk-and-cereal and their Wii console, while an afternoon in the local nature preserve can be a life-changing experience.

We here at Pemba Serves have come to this “Done In The Day” paradigm, naturally.  As our time has become more limited, we’ve wanted to get outdoors in a meaningful way so we’ve added new ways to play.  Local trail running was the start for most of us, then came the CX bikes.  In addition to these out-the-door activities, open-water swimming, snowshoeing, skate-skiing, Nordic Walking, fly-fishing, and road-biking are things we can do right from PEMBAbase – no car required.  (It’s true: We do go Nordic Walking just for the fun of it, although Pete would prefer to go for a Parkour session.) Shortly, we’ll add paddle-boarding and long-boarding to our stash of games, too.  (While they sound similar, one’s for on-water, the other for the bike-paths…) We like to get outside, we want to do it more often, and like everybody else these days we seem to lack time, dollars, and gas to go on the long trips.  

It’s also worth mentioning that all of us climb indoors at least a few days a month.  While this is an indoor activity, climbing is also an outdoor sport.  Doing it indoors is fulfilling in its own right, and it gets you ready for those times when you get to touch actual honest-to-goodness rock.  (If you don’t believe me, just ask Steve – he’s a Plastic Prince that crushes real stone in his bare hands…)

This shift in articles from “A” to “The” is something that we believe in, strongly.  As you’ve read, Pete was so inspired by it that he helped start a not-for-profit to promote the idea.  While it’s exciting to think about traveling abroad for those once-in-a-lifetime trips, the truth is that there’s more benefits available to everybody if people take time to get to know the daisies, right out the front door.  And, you can do this on a daily basis.