Archive for fixed gear

Pressure Drop

Posted in Pedal with tags , , , , on July 17, 2009 by Pip


As promised the truth!!! The truth about how much I have been riding….out of 23 days I have rode 21 days…some days two rides. I am still on my Vanilla with hard to push gearing..over the weekend I am taking apart my fuji and switching out with the Vanilla. I have 10 pitch on the V and I can’t find easier gearing to make it for a 24 hour ride..

I did a little yoga this morning and went on a short ride..I love riding in the morning and seeing the same folks walking in the neighborhood..the same dogs attempting to drag their owners to my bike. My all time favorite thing to do is attempt to get grumpy non-wavers to freakin’ smile or at least nod. There is this one guy that I pass and everytime he hears my bike he suddenly finds something on the ground super interesting. This orning he actually looked at me and grunted and then tripped (I guess two things at once is not his thing in the morning).

It was nice to get out this morning it was 77 degrees at 6 a.m.

I figure by the time Chad and I ride this afternoon it will be hot as hell and humid..I will have to think of my happy place during that ride.

random mix this morning:
1) Crazy for you: Ulrich Schnauss
2) Gives you Hell: AAR
3) Suedehead: Morrisey
4) Nothing Lasts Forever: Echo and the Bunneymen
5) Pressure Drop:Toots & the Maytals
6) Shanti,Shanti,Shanti: Shelia Chandra
7) Ganesh is Fresh: MC Yogi
8) Motel:The Connells
9) Hope She Falls in Love:The Blue Dogs
F*@% You: Ani Defranco

I am sitting outside at a coffee shop and there is a group of guys in their late 60’s who meet every morning and shoot the breeze. They are worse than a group of high school girls! They are first talking about who has died or been divorced..then the market..then I take a deep inhale and I swear all 6 of them lit up at the same time..blah..I can’t believe I ever smoked…15-20..nasty..then again after my Dad died of CANCER pretty smart..last time I smoked was 9 years ago..

Little Kicks without brakes

Posted in Pedal with tags , , , , , on June 25, 2009 by Pip

IMG_1943I woke up and walked Monks over to LAX camp. On the walk home..I was in is 9:00 am and I am not sweating my ass off!! It was a sign..a sign to get my ass in the saddle and ride! I walked through the door and grabbed the pump..I looked at my back tire and it was shredded..not just a wee bit but a ton..last ride my bike wheel slid out from under me, but due to  my  upper body spaz out, I managed to recover. Need less to say I was not about to take it out. Then I saw my Vanilla out of the corner of my eye. I haven’t taken it outy since my 2 month break…I was switching my pedals out and Ethan reminded me that..I haven’t been riding and I haven’t been riding with out a brake in awhile. I told him I would be fine ( as soon as I said it I had the fear of eating it and proving him right)..I walked back to the bedroom and started getting dressed..couldn’t find my HRM..then I found it under laundry. I am not sure if anyone else knows the HRM dance..But, I am the queen of it. You know the moving around and trying to find your damn heart beat. Guys, ya’ll don’t have to worry about the second part of the dance..the sports bra placement twist. Then there is the which crap goes in what pocket..Getting dress makes me feel like Elaine’s Dance in Seinfeld (Little Kicks).

I am riding later on tonite… we will see if my gearing needs to be changed..I have already had several young riders inform me my gearing ise easy..”Look at the size of your chain ring…” Then I have to let these kids know it is 10 pitch..I still am old but at least they give me a little street cred…
I mean that is the only reason I ride…..




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happy in quicksand

Posted in Give, Pedal with tags , , , , on June 10, 2009 by Pip






Ever since the whole cancer scare I have felt moments of utter amazement of the world with moments of panic. The amazement usually hits when I least expect it. I have found myself with my windows down listening to The Cult loud (and I’ll be damned if I will turn it down at a stoplight). I will be sitting in a coffee shop, watching a kid bobble as he drinks his box of milk, with a huge grin (might look creepy-not sure yet). At times I look in rearview mirror and watch as Monks dance and raps his own version of “Channel Zero” (it is a clean version for all those who are worried). I feel like I am a lucky woman who has a lot of things to be thankful for.


The panic seems to blow everything else out of the water. What in the hell have I been doing all this time. I feel like I have gone through the motions to do things..but, I don’t pay attention to how I got there. I keep thinking,” holy crap, I am almost 35 and I still have no clue what path I am supposed to be on.”

I am also freaking out about riding in 24 HOB I haven’t been on my bike in 6 weeks..I am hoping I will get the OK to ride this week.

I feel like I’ve been living like I am trapped in quicksand. I am happy my head is above the sand, I can still breath, I can chat and smile- but if I move I sink deeper

so I just hangout in the same spot: happy but stuck in the exact same place each day.


Team Sidekick

Posted in Pedal with tags , , on July 30, 2008 by Pip

I have tried to write a blog about 24 Hours of Booty several times..I have to much in my head to put into words.

Riding 275 miles on my fixie: at the beginning of the ride Jen, Jamie and I decided on 10 laps then we will take a break.  I was riding my Fuji, Jen was riding a SS Gios and Jamie was riding Jen’s other Gios.  By the 4th lap my saddle was already hurting..” Awesome…” I didn’t say anything- I didn’t want to be the light weight right off the bat..But, I caved…I announced “my crotch is killing me” ( I have never claimed to be ladylike when it comes to my bike) and then there was agreement across the board..we all were feeling no love from our saddles.  There is only so many ways to describe what your pain feels like..But, I am pretty sure we covered them all.

During the ride people mentioned that they read the news paper article and they thought it was pretty cool I was going to ride for 24 hours..Wait that is not what I meant..I meant I could deal with the laps, saddle and fixie for 24 hours..a girl needs a break.  But, as more people mentioned it I felt like a fibber if I didn’t do it.

I was separated from Jen and Jamie during the night and I ended up riding with all sorts of folks.  We all pedaled and told our stories as to why we are riding and the whole crotch/saddle discussion.  I rode with Weaver and we chatted about Vegan dishes and family. I sat in with Michael Gibbons (Buttons of Hope) and he said it was cool I was doing this for my Dad..with each passing chat my Dad was mentioned…with each passing chat I felt like he was riding next to me.

With each passing chat my crotch…for the love of God my crotch..frozen peas would be killer..a saddle of frozen peas.But there were no such saddles.  As the night went on my legs grew heavy. I am talking lead heavy..I am talking if heard another person change gears or coast I would scream ( well, not out internal scream..kinda like when a person is talking repeating the same point over and over scream).  As the sun began to rise and I ate a billion bagels and 10 loaves of bread-I met back up with Jen.  As we rode I could feel a knot in my throat and then the waterworks started.  There is something to be said about no sleep ad riding with a group of people who understand why you are crying (not the saddle..)I missed my Dad. As I thought about my Dad it made me think of Monks (my son).  Monks is so much like my Dad..Monks was born after my Dad died.  But, he told me.” I met Pop when I was in heaven”..(talk about a tear jerker).  After a few more laps I heard,”Mummy” Monk’s Dad (his weekend) brought him by..I was no longer tired and ready to rock out the rest.  I would be lying if I said I was all out at the end..each pedal stroke felt like I was going through peanut butter( not Jiff..the all natural kind with the oil on the top).  When I decided I could not ride another lap…I said my good byes and headed home.

I did not ride 24 hours..I rode 20 hrs and 275 year..300.

Jenn was my partner in crime,tears,laughs and yes, crotch pain-without her I would not have made it..We are each others riding sidekicks…next year Team Sidekick will need different saddles and new duct tape skirts.

Thanks to everyone who donated and those who cheered me on..



20 Hrs, 275 Mile, and a sore bum

Posted in Pedal with tags , on July 28, 2008 by Pip

I swear I will give a full write up on 24 Hours of Booty tomorrow.  I rode my fixed gear 20 hours and 275 miles. I have to be honest, I am a little bummed I didn’t do the full 24/300miles..Next year I plan to rock it.  I did not take a single photo…if anyone has pix, send them my way.  I had a blast, met amazing people, laughed and cried in 24 hours:)