“If you’re going to be a climber in the Midwest, you’re going to have to like driving.”

Really, you can substitute almost any outdoor activity in that piece of advice I once received.  True, there is a plethora of things to do in the Midwest, and most you can do from right out your back door.  But in winter, things like downhill skiing, ice climbing, kiteboarding…you need to be somewhere specific.

And for the time being, it means driving.  Sometimes, location-challenged folk will cruise 8, 10, 12 hours just for 36 hours of a weekend on a hill or a frozen waterfall.

Much of the same is part of the rep-world – we have to drive to get places.  Simple fact. As much as #carfreereps is a step in the right direction, a necessary shift in how we look at doing business, how we see ourselves as part of the bigger, greater picture – there are some pretty significant challenges in making it a reality in one of the largest territories to cover.  Certainly, every representative in every territory faces the challenge of getting himself or herself to an account, a remote account – where the dollars earned in commissions are equal to or less than the dollars spent in getting there.  We have a large, diverse nation – with a lot of rural space between major metropolitan areas.  Rural space that is only crossed by a couple lanes of asphalt or concrete.

I’m out in the field, which unfortunately means more driving than not.  I’m the black sheep of Pemba Serves.  In all that time on the road, all that time behind the wheel, I see millions of cars every season on the interstates and back roads.  One thing in common, everywhere I go: all those cars are largely occupied by one person.  One driver, that’s it.

I’ll be amazed if, in my own lifetime, we see rail and public transit similar to Japan, Germany – really ANY industrialized nation – on a grand scale.  The sad truth of the matter is that it will take more than petitions and lobbying to make it happen – it will mean a cultural shift.

We’re due that change.  There is a lot of political talk out there, some angry people, and on both sides some irrational thinking. But it boils down to one dichotomy: Self vs. Other; living with daily concern about the well-being of the general population versus being concerned only with what affects oneself.

For some reason, we’ve been allowed and more often than not, encouraged, to be selfish.  Its been embedded in our brains since day one.  If you want an interesting group exercise, have your whole team refrain from using the words I or Me for an entire day.

Most of the time, people are all going to the same places.  Chances are, if you’re cruising on I-35 southbound, south of Albert Lea, MN, you’re going to Des Moines; once you get west of Rochester MN on I-90, you’re going to Sioux Falls or Rapid City.  I know, I’m part of the problem too.

Millions of cars, all occupied by a single driver.  It is lunacy, if you think about it…the idea of the solo driver going to the same place as thousands of other solo drivers runs contrary to everything that we have ingrained over eons of human existence.  For the whole of human existence, aside from the last hundred years, we’ve relied on each other to get where we collectively need to go.  The introduction of rail travel didn’t wipe out that concept – people were just fine with stepping into a train car and sitting down with a group of citizens.  People talked to each other, shared news along the way, and interacted.

Now…we interact by sending text messages and Tweeting while we sit in little metal, pollutant spewing, resource sucking coffins.  By ourselves.

As sales representatives/consultants/evangelists/whatever-we’re-called-this-week, we HAVE to drive.  Some of the best areas for recreation (and our customers) are pretty far off the rail travel and Greyhound – what’s left of it – circuit.  We have no high-speed rail from Minneapolis to Chicago yet (please, write your congressperson and representative and tell them to use the existing Empire Builder corridor!) Time is money, and time spent en route is wasted time – when there is no plane or train or bus to get there.  The quickest and least expensive way to get somewhere is to drive there, alone.

How do we break this cycle?  How do we go from 40,000 miles a year to #carfreereps?  Cold turkey is one way to quit.  Sell the car, and use exclusively public transit, a bicycle, or fly.  Sadly, that will underserve a sizable amount of our customers, the people we’re in business for.

#Carlitereps is the Nicorette gum for the professional.  Minimizing the wheel time to when it is completely necessary, ride-sharing to regional events, using common sense in planning clinic trips and times.  In a perfect world, everyone’s schedules would line up, and everything could get done quickly, easily, without any down-time.  Using the car when you NEED it, not when its only more convenient.  Yes, it will take more time.  Yes, it will cost a few dollars more.  No, not all of your customers will care that you’re trying your best to do your part for the social and ecological environment – many good ideas were unpopular at one time or another.  Like the automobile.  People will get used to #carlitereps eventually, and maybe by then things will have changed for the better and we’ll be looking more at what’s best for everyone, not just for ourselves.

Until then, we’re going to need to drive.  It’s a sad fact of the business we’re in and the world we live in.  But we don’t have to drive everywhere.  Use the trains, use the busses, and maybe exploit a loop in your schedule to take a few days and ride a bike to an event or account.  If Pete can ride his bike from Chicago to Madison and back over a long weekend, you can suck it up and sit on a train for a few hours.

#Carfreereps is the ultimate goal.  But going #carlitereps is the way to get there.  You’re not doing it for some smug self-satisfaction, not for some greenwash marketing, and not for more money.  You’re going to do it because it’s the Right. Thing. To. Do.

We here at Pemba Serves would like to thank you all for your support in 2009. We wish all of you and yours a very happy and healthy 2010. In the midst of this seasonal chaos, we hope that you find your greatest joys and values reflected back at you from your family and friends.

Peace and prosperity to you. We’ll see you in 2010.

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Here are our winners for the second session of PEMBbeta:

Ross G. of Three Rivers Outdoors in LaCrosse, Wisconsin won $100 in PEMBAbucks

Pete S. of Wildside Adventure Sports in Baraboo, Wisconsin won a Sea to Summit ULTRA-SIL Daypack.

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We use Gmail here at Pemba Serves.

It is actually pretty great for small businesses, and seems to be gaining traction. (Word to the wise, you really need to get your own domain name; @gmail.com probably isn’t the best way to go.)

Anyway, because it is free/inexpensive, we do have those ticker-tape ads shoot across the top panel. Honestly, most of the time I don’t even notice they are there, and when I do it’s usually for some mountaineering guide service or links to vendors and retailers in the outdoor industry.

One advertisement did catch my eye today, for: yourotherwheels.com – the Southeast Wisconsin Transit System. I suppose we have been talking too much about #carfreereps, and Google’s search algorithms are catching on! I spent some time on their site and it is a great relief that more and more people are starting to seriously consider transportation alternatives. Bus-commuter John shares his reasons for riding the Ozaukee County Express in a short video:

Saves me gas money, parking money. And then it saves me time. I enjoy reading the newspaper and that’s the time I have to do that… there are people working on computers, on their iPods. I have an opportunity to do things that otherwise I’d be sitting behind the steering wheel driving. Actually I view the people who ride the bus everyday as personal heros of mine.

Nice, John. You’re my personal hero too.

The two old cowboys leaned against the hitching post. The sun was low in the sky, but it was already hot. It was going to be a dusty day out on the trail.

“You going to Horseshoe?” asked Ole.

“Nope, going up over the Divide,” said Bob.

“Now,” said Ole,”You don’t need to go there. Just take ‘em to the Horseshoe Camp and ride day trips from there. They’ll like that just fine.” We were expecting a family in from California for a ten-day horse pack trip. They had never been to Wyoming before, so – likely – Ole was right.

“Nope. We’re going to the Divide.” Bob looked at me and started walking towards the corral. “Let’s go catch some horses,” he said.

Under his breath to me as we walked, he said: “If I have to spend one more goddamned day on those trails out of Horseshoe…I hate those goddamned trails.”

The Skinner Brothers had a field camp in at Horseshoe Lake, which was about a four-hour ride into the Wind River Range. There were three teepees there, a corral, and a big wall-tent that functioned as a kitchen and dining room. You could take some nice day-rides to beautiful spots, right from there. I had ridden those trails hundreds of times, and knew that Bob had ridden them thousands of times. Bob’s jaw was set. We were going on a very long ride, away from comfort and what we knew well, because the alternative bored Bob to the point of hatred. When Bob was bored he was surly, and when he was inspired he was delightful. That family from California would’ve loved the area around Horseshoe, but because Bob hated it he knew that they would have better trip if we took them somewhere else. Three days later, high above treeline by the Golden Lakes, when Bob was flipping pancakes over the griddle he was laughing and telling stories about when he had been there last.

When you cover the same ground again and again – as if by rote – no matter how beautiful that ground is it will ultimately take on the color of dust. When you have your own name for every rock, every puddle of mud, and that spot where Blackie died, you may know a trail too well. When you can trace the entire route you’ll be traveling in your mind and arrive at your destination, and then blink and wake up sitting where you are and still be four hours away, just wait a minute: Blink, and you’ll only have 3:59 to go.

You’ve heard about our #carfreereps initiatives from Pete (Part I and Part II). For over a year we’ve been looking at alternatives to traveling our territory. Our main goal has been to reduce our environmental impact while being more effective on the road. We have also discovered that we have saved time and money by finding alternatives to driving. Freeing ourselves of driving has also opened up avenues towards greater attention and focus, which is invaluable to us. In our travels, we’ve taken trains, buses, public transportation, bicycles, folding bicycles, rental-cars; we’ve used car-share programs, and even ridden skateboards. (Haven’t – yet – worked out how to use horses, though; give us time.)

I’ve been a rep in the Midwest for almost twenty years. I’ve taken every route out of Madison to every regional destination imaginable, thousands of times. I know every road in the midwest and all of the airports as well as I know my own kitchen. The adventures I’ve had while working out the kinks of #carfreereps have been exciting for me, and fun. I’ve learned new things about cities that I thought I knew well, met a few wacky people, and made some friends, too:

  • Jake, Ernie, and Mike are construction workers from Cleveland who traveled across country by train to go to a Phish show in California. By the time I met them, they were just waking up from their first bender and were starting a second one. They were loud, and mean to each other as only good friends can be, but funny and engaging to everybody else. When I last saw them, they were laughing in the lounge car with a nice professional couple from St. Louis, and a group of Amish from Iowa. I didn’t know that Amish women could put down shots like that.
  • Raymond is a cab-driver in St. Paul. He took me from my hotel, to Best Buy to get some new headphones, then to the Greyhound station. He told me more about his first wife’s [colorful euphemism here] than you would ever care to want to know, but he was funny, and kind. He has three adult sons that he put through college or the military. When he turns 55 next month, he’s retiring and going to live with one of his sons. He also turned me on to some new hip-hop.
  • Roger is a retired college professor and former park ranger from Mt. Rainier. We were seated in the dining car enjoying a dinner of broiled fish and rice along with a glass of Pinot Noir. Our other seat-mate was a young man who had decided on a whim to move from Maine to Washington State, to be a park ranger. We all had a lot in common. We were laughing and talking, and suddenly Roger said – quite pleasantly and as clear as day – “Would you all excuse me? I have to go vomit. I have acid-reflux.”
  • Ahmed is Somalian, and drives a cab in Minneapolis. He told me all about how the Cedar Avenue neighborhood has changed in the past few years. He is concerned about the Somalian boys who hang out there, and how they are forming gangs. He’s taken one boy under his wing, named Biggy. Biggy fashions himself to be the leader around there, and Ahmed is determined that Biggy will know what it is to be Somalian. I think that Biggy will be okay; Ahmed’s going to make sure that this is so.

Driving your own car gives you the illusion of complete control. (Never mind traffic, construction, filling your tank, emptying your bladder, and – oh yeah – the fact that all you can do while driving is drive…) Giving up this illusion is an exercise in being more accepting to what comes your way. Basically, you leave yourself open to adventure when you choose to give up control and to accept the unknown. And adventures are fun. It was fun to ride a folding bike through the streets of Chicago during rush hour, and to explore Coronado Island by longboard, and to figure out the BART system in San Francisco and the ferries in Seattle. Doing these things has made me a better traveler, and it’s been a lot more fun. Harder? Yeah. It takes a lot more thought, planning, and effort. The plus side is that I look forward to travel now, as each trip is something completely different. This gives me more energy, which in turn helps me to have fun at work. When I’m having fun, I do my job better. And – maybe – I’m more fun to be around.

At least, I feel like I’m more fun, now that I’m not so often on the same dusty trails.

Come with us on our next journey! We live-blog most of our #carfreereps adventures on our Twitter feed (and others are using the tag, too!) We also post pictures in the moment on Flickr. It’s almost as good as being there.