Wednesday, December 17, 2014

#GiftsForCyclists - Part 1: Lorca's Cyclist Gift Box



Just to clear the air: that hideous, cringeworthy, full-body-shudder inducing bike parked in front of my favorite coffee shop deserves an explanation. But because this is Part 1 of DIYBIKING.COM’s #GiftsforCyclists special, you’ll have to wait. 

Since the hashtag is self explanatory and one that isn't getting a lot of use on Twitter at the moment, I’ll just go right out and say that if you are buying presents for any cyclist this year check DIYBIKING.COM every day until Christmas - and follow my suggestions to relieve your holiday stress. 

Let’s start here: Cyclists have a very special relationship with coffee. I’ve documented this several times and, as a service to readers, biked around Stamford on what eventually became The Bikeducken to see what coffee cup lids would splash the rider the least

So if you’re in or near Stamford and want to buy a gift for that special cycling/coffee lover hybrid in your life, stop at Lorca at 125 Bedford Street in Stamford.


The counter looks like this these days - but be assured this pile of goodies won’t block your view of the good looking staff. Lorca has actually assembled a variety of gift packages: There’s one just for people who like iced coffee, a ‘World Traveler’ gift set, a knitting club gift box, the tried-and-true Coffee Enthusiast Gift Box and others. But the one that caught my eye is The Cyclist Gift Box


Given my expertise in coffee spillage while bike riding (and my second-degree burns to prove it) I did not want to post about this gift idea until I had a chance to check out the lid with my own eyes. 


My photo of the lid didn’t come out well (it is actually a pic of a jet engine at Westchester Airport*) but be assured this lid was made with minimal spillage in mind and maximum reliability. In addition to the Traveler coffee mug, the $50.00 package also comes with a cup holder for handlebars, a bag of coffee and a tree ornament made from recycled bike chain links. 

So that’s the first gift on the DIYBIKING.COM #GiftsForCyclists’ special. Head into Lorca and pick one up today - and get a hot cup of caffeinated holiday cheer for yourself while you’re at it. Chain your bike to the parking meter. Thanks for reading and thanks for riding. 




*made you look. 

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Happy Hanukkah from DIYBIKING.COM


Needed to take a moment just now to offer a Happy Hanukkah to all who celebrate. 

I do not personally celebrate Hanukkah, but I chose to honor it with welding. I recently took a discarded Saint Tropez frame and a couple of afternoons in the welding room brought me what you see here. As you know I’ve already found success with Christmas wreaths so I decided to branch out into other holidays.


This wreath isn’t for sale because it is hanging on my door and the #bicyclemenorah isn’t for sale because I sold it to a gentleman in Illinois. I hope he gets joy from it, and I hope all my Jewish friends - whether they bike or not - get joy from the season.

And if anyone from any faith needs advice on what to buy for a loved one this season, keep checking back with DIYBIKING.COM because I’ll be posting some #giftsforcyclist ideas. Thanks for reading and thanks for riding.


Friday, December 12, 2014

Pacific Swim Bike Run's Hot Chocolate Classic: A Fun Thing That Matters


I am pleased to precede this post with a notice that Food Bank Biking brought 35 pounds of food (including two turkeys, carried in style in my homemade bike trailer) to the Food Bank of Lower Fairfield County

I’d have written a more comprehensive post about this but I’m at Christmas Defcon 4. If you celebrate the holiday, you’re probably there yourself: you’re not sure who is left you need to buy a gift for, you begin to hate your friends who insist on letting you know via Facebook that they finished all of the Christmas shopping in April, and you are So Busy you don't have time to do stuff that is A) fun, or B) that actually matters. 

Now Pacific Swim Bike Run in Stamford is going to give you a chance to do both tonight: they are holding their second annual Hot Chocolate Classic at their shop: 575 Pacific Street from 6:30 to 8:30 pm.  


PSBR wants attendees to make a minimum $25 cash or check donation to The Pacific House Shelter for the Homeless, which is just down the street from PSBR. 

This ties in to Food Bank Biking for the simple reason that cyclists want to bring hungry people food. It also ties to me because I once pretended to be homeless for 36 hours in Keene, New Hampshire 20 years ago so I could write about it for a sociology class I was taking at the time in college. The experience made me think about homelessness and hunger differently and more often than I ever did (and it began a long tradition of me never telling my mother about any dangerous things I've done until after I've done them). 

Now The Pacific House provides breakfast and dinner to about 60 to 80 people every day - and that number can push past 100 as the weather gets cold. So by bringing a donation, you help bring the holiday season closer to what’s important and further from what's not important - like those ridiculous antlers people put on their Dodge Durangos. 


(Little sidebar: I am letting go of my antler hatred this year since I am -  as you obviously know - am not immune to flirting with immaturity with my Christmas decorations).

But anyway: The Hot Chocolate Classic also features a 3 mile course consisting of 4 3/4 mile loops, with the race start and finish at Pacific Swim Bike Run. 

There will also be prizes for the Ugliest Christmas Sweater, most Festive Costume and, according to their site, ‘fastest overall male and female.’ It is for that reason I am asking all ugly Christmas sweater wearers attending this event tonight to eat your Wheaties this morning - for the simple reason I want PSBR to be forced to combine prizes and create a “Fastest Overall Ugly Christmas Sweater” category. 


I hope you attend The Hot Chocolate Classic tonight. PSBR said on their web site they want to provide three meals for The Pacific House, so pull out your wallet, put on that hideous Christmas sweater, and start feeling the holiday season the way it is meant to be felt. Thanks for reading and thanks for riding. 



Friday, December 5, 2014

Ohio City Bicycle Co-Op Winter Expo Tonight (And Other Cleveland Facts)



So in the middle of November another mind-numbingly dull drive through Pennsylvania got me to Cleveland. The first thing I wanted to do was gather research about bike parking (more on that in another post).

The second thing I wanted to do was drop off some of my artwork at the Ohio City Bicycle Co-Op for their Winter Expo.


Some of you will recognize the welded metal fish from my solo art show at Lorca a few months back (incidentally: someone has stolen the narwhal off the shelf from Lorca, so B.O.L.O. Details are sketchy but the miscreant left the penguin and took the narwhal. If you’re reading this and you have the narwhal, you must bring it back. Right now, I imagine anyone who lives in a ten-mile radius of Lorca is laughing hysterically while the rest of you are befuddled, so I will move on. 


I was thinking about winter in general and the Ohio City Bicycle Co-Op’s Winter Expo in particular a few weeks ago when I biked by this tree in Shippan Point in Stamford. It looked pretty, but since I was in a foul mood at the time I made a point to mention the very same tree would look like a set piece from Cormac McCarthy’s The Road in a couple of weeks.


See? My story checks out. 

Now a couple of days after I took that photo, I saw other leading signs of winter: three sets of those ridiculous car antlers. Trees on the roofs of cars (and a great video from Bike Friday showing a tree on the back of their new - and intriguing - cargo bike). And finally, on this morning’s ride to Darien, I had to wear this.


This is a serious candidate for the photo of me that will go on the back jacket of my first book on cycling. The neoprene mask isn’t attractive, but it keeps me warm. I recommend it for any bike trip when it is under 32 degrees - just remember to take it off before walking into a bank. 

With the trappings of winter on many of us - I already have my winter bike at the ready - it is good to remember that, as cyclists, there is still much we can do to celebrate the season.

Like attending tonight's Ohio City Bicycle Co-Op’s Winter Expo.

I do wish I could go - but my Cleveland trip was when it was, and I am spending tonight in Stamford while the expo goes on (it starts at 6pm and goes on till 10. 

I will be there in spirit with my works. One of which, as you saw, is this.


The one I made for the Co-Op’s winter expo last year (which I also was unable to attend) sold, so I figured I’d make another one with a different style. I believe the fork hails from The Mysterious Raleigh Sports. I almost never get to see who buys my work, so whoever buys this please tweet me a picture of it (just it - no pictures of you using it, please) after installing in your home or place of work - @michaelknorris.

As an aside: while I was volunteering at the Ohio City Bicycle Co-Op this last time around, I learned something: if you want to make a bottle opener from an old shift lever, saw the bottom straight up at a ninety degree angle, and then saw the top as such. 


Also, while in Cleveland on this trip, I learned that a bike share program called Zagster launched. I know nothing whatsoever about the company other than the fact my spell checker despises that name. I stumbled across a docking station on my way to Fridrich’s.


I also learned that Ohio City Burrito - right next to Joy Machines -  knows how to do bike parking in front of their businesses. I hope the new Republican Congress offers tax breaks to businesses who commission bike racks like this (not a bad thing to do before you come to Cleveland for the 2016 convention).


I also learned, while shopping at Blazing Saddles, that Bike Cleveland is responsible for a lot of yellow signs telling drivers to share the road and watch for bikes. 


The last thing I learned was that if it rains in Cleveland Jesse Pinkman will finish his shift at Walt’s lab early.


There’s a lot more I learned from Cleveland but that will have to wait for another post. In the meantime, if you are anywhere near Cleveland tonight head to the Ohio City Bicycle Co-Op Winter Expo. The Columbus Rd. Bridge is still closed, so if you need help getting there visit this link. Have fun and make friends - and I wish I could be right there with you. Thanks for reading and thanks for riding.






Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Thanks, Rowayton Arts Center

Now as some of you know I am an exhibiting artist at the Rowayton Arts Center. This means I spend a number of show openings attempting to take a picture of someone taking a picture of one of my works - like No Words - a sculpture made from my late grandfather’s Underwood typewriter.



Or at a more recent show, when I took a picture of someone taking a picture of a newer work, Making a Friend.


Don't laugh. I'm sure Picasso would have done the same thing if the iPhone 5 was around back then.

But anyway: I also have to thank the Rowayton Arts Center for rescuing me from the one sheet workbench slump I was in since last year.


Yes, I am still proud that I transported an entire 4 X 8 sheet of 3/4” plywood on a homemade cargo bike to build this workstation.  Unfortunately I found that I didn’t like what I ended up building. Whenever I’d move it around, the vibration from the wheels on the concrete floor would shake the tools loudly and knock some of them off.

It’s disappointing because this would have been perfect…if I built it for apartment living. I also realized the plastic cabinet in the middle was too low for me to see the contents and I’d frequently bring my tools when I knew I’d be fixing bikes in other places - such as the big Bike Rodeo in the small town of Red Hook, New York.

Here’s where the Rowayton Arts Center fits in: every year they hold an ‘Arts & Ends’ tag sale where they sell a lot of (wait for it) art and art supplies. Even if you are not an artist, you should go because you may see something that inspires.


When I went to the sale early in the morning, I was inspired by (and paid $15 for) this metal easel. I don’t paint. I smear colored chemicals as evenly as I can on walls and, when dry, my wife can hang one of her paintings. So I had no use for this easel for ordinary, easelly purposes. 

What I did want is to make a cool portable bike tool workstand. Tool boards are okay but as I had learned throughout the year they weren’t meant to be put into motion, so I decided to try my luck with magnetic tool strips bought from Harbor Freight Tools in New Haven.

This particular easel is designed so you can take it apart quickly and stow it in a bag. The top and bottom metal pieces meant to hold canvas can be removed as well as slide up or down the frame. I noticed there was a stop at the bottom of the frame that kept the two metal pieces from falling out the bottom - and that led me to cut one of the pieces like so:


The piece on the left of this photo once held a canvas but the metal part where you can twist a screw to keep it secure to the frame has been separated via reciprocating saw. 

I reasoned that if I bolted my hex key holder to the piece on the left and put it in the easel frame first, the little stopper on the bottom would keep it from falling to the floor.

I reasoned correctly.


Next I welded one of the tool holders to the canvas holder I did not saw in half. I also drilled a couple of holes in the canvas holder thinking I could put screwdrivers in.


The small piece (with the hole for the thumb screw) leftover from the first cut was welded in the center of the other magnetic tool holder. When I put it in place, it seemed a bit weedy but it held. After a few minutes of taking tools off of the one sheet workbench, I had this.


And it’s working quite well. Tools are easy to see and reach and the magnet slaps them into place without the whole thing collapsing. I can’t put every single tool on the board (I couldn’t do that with the one sheet workbench anyway) but this holds all of my frequently used tools, some of my seldom-used tools, and even the Park Tool tools I’ve bought but don’t fully understand what they are for.

So I thank the Rowayton Arts Center for the Arts & Ends tag sale and I recommend that you follow the Rowayton Arts Center on Facebook and Twitter to make sure you’re in the loop the next time one of these tag sales takes place. In the meantime I recommend you visit the Rowayton Arts Center's 20th Holiday Gift Show which is going on right now through Christmas Eve (but closed Thanksgiving).


They have a lot of original works for sale if you’re looking for a gift for that special someone - whether that special someone is a cyclist or not. As you probably guessed, some of my works are there but please don’t let that stop you. Thanks for reading and thanks for riding. 



Friday, November 21, 2014

Tomorrow: Food Bank Biking


Sorry for the short post this week; I need to allow the graphic to speak for itself. 

If you have a bike and can ride it safely (and have a means to carry food on it or on your person) please meet at Fairway Market in Stamford tomorrow (699 Canal Street) with your food donations at noon and we’ll pedal them up to the Food Bank of Lower Fairfield County - which is at 461 Glenbrook Road.


This is the second time this event is taking place and the first time I get to take part in it. If you remember: even though I came up with Food Bank Biking in 2013 I couldn't do it since I was in Cleveland (but I still made a food bank run there!) But this year I can take part and I'm excited about it. 

This will be fun and one of the last days this year we’ll be able to ride without dressing like Snake Eyes from the G.I. Joe cartoons. Also, if you’ve read the recent Stamford Advocate story by Martin Cassidy: the food bank is desperately short of donations - especially turkeys - this year, so please take part in this.

Finally, if you don't live in Stamford and want to organize a Food Bank Biking event of your own: just meet friends the last Saturday before Thanksgiving at a grocery store before riding to the food bank - and use the hashtag #foodbankbiking. Thanks for reading and thanks for riding. 

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Biking Nations: Paraty, Brazil: Part III


Click here for Part I

Click here for Part II

On any normal international cycling vacation that coincides with the Urban Sketching Symposium, the second day is the most exhausting. 

My trip to Paraty was a normal international cycling vacation. 

As my wife headed out for another day of mingling and sketching with fellow talented artists, I decided to ride out toward Cuhta, which was really my only shot for an adventure that would get me back in time to have dinner with my wife and, for sure, some of her fellow sketchers. I had ridden a bus from Rio northbound on 101 so I knew what lay to the south and I had already seen Trinidade, which was north. 

That left the west. 


The first few miles were fairly easy - I felt like the 1,000 foot climb the previous day was a pretty good warm up. The incline during this period was gradual and took me by a few houses. It was also fairly smooth but every so often I'd think to myself: this is where I'm going to get a flat.


Beyond a touristy-looking restaurant I saw about 700 feet into the climbing, the buildings became less frequent. A lot less frequent. It was very quiet. Cars became rare. At times I was sure I was the only person around for a mile or more in any direction - and this feeling was reinforced by the animals I saw on the climb. 


The riderless horse had no saddle and no markings. It was just grazing peacefully along the side of the road, ignoring me. 

The same couldn't be said for the next animal: it was a white goose in front of what appeared to be a gift shop that had the front door open but no one inside. At this point I was about 1,500 feet above sea level, and I could look beyond the gift shop and see Paraty.


The goose kept honking at me but didn't get in my face or send for reinforcements, so I felt safe as I put my camera on maximum zoom and took a shot that told me how far I had climbed so far. 


Naturally, my next thought was: climb some more. I still didn't have a flat and my legs weren't quite ready to quit.

Around 2,000 feet the pavement disappeared. At first the hard-packed dirt was actually smoother than most asphalt in Brazil so I didn't mind very much.


But it didn't last, and small, sharp rocks began greeting my 115 psi tires. Still, I kept a sort of inner peace about getting a flat tire. Taking a road bike on this kind of terrain was pushing my luck to begin with, so I knew I was going to get a flat, and if I did it would just be part of the adventure. 

As I climbed higher - still flat-free - I noticed a broken-down car off to the side that nobody had bothered to tow - I had passed a 'no trucks' sign earlier and didn't see how a tow truck could make it up this high to begin with.


I climbed on. The terrain just kept getting worse and the cars became even more rare. It made sense because in places the road was just plain dangerous.


The altimeter passed 2,800 feet by the time I arrived at a place called Bar do Menininho. Another wrecked car - a blue one - lay just off to the side and it was the only vehicle I saw during the 15 minutes I had stopped here to rest. I couldn't tell if it was off season, abandoned or both.


Up a little further, I was greeted to some more great views and the promise of biking into the clouds.


I climbed more in short, single-digit bursts to keep my calves from throbbing. Just as the altimeter passed 3,000 feet, the road became worse than ever.


Even with the hard tires, the Bike Friday stayed upright and didn't sink into the ground. But the problem I had was with the mud. Here it took on a consistency I had never seen before. It was an Elmer's Paste/Play-Doh/Superglue hybrid that stuck to everything and caked on everywhere. 


I had to clear the mud several times and was making less and less progress. Finally, I realized I was very close to the top: while standing alone with my bike after climbing higher than the peak of Mount Monadnock in Jaffrey, New Hampshire, I stood completely still on tired legs and was greeted by this breathtaking sight.


I wished I had thought to take a short video: this is a cloud scraping against the top of the mountain at 3,200 feet. And I was in it. Save for a little wind it was completely silent. 

I decided to spare myself and my bike by not continuing further and descending down the other side. It would have to wait for another trip and a full-suspension mountain bike, I thought. 

Now it was time for the descent. I turned the bike around. 


Terrain I had crawled over minutes and hours before now blurred by. The Bike Friday rattled over the rocks - sending (without my knowledge) the rear fender I had fashioned from a piece of car trim off into the road and never to be seen again. If I had fashioned a small parachute instead it would have saved my hands and kept my brake cables from stretching.

Occasionally I'd stop to rest my hands and take in the view of a place I didn't check out properly on the ascent. I even took a selfie.


This is my best side. The photo is a lot less impressive when you realize I had to stop, turn around, and go back to pick up the camera. Very much like Les Stroud from Survivorman.

The ride continued - and much to my amusement the horse I had run into on the way up was still grazing his way up the mountain - and still didn't pay me any notice.


Speaking of animals: the goose guarding the gift shop was still there too, and there were still no humans in sight. The goose resumed honking at me and I wondered if it was trying to tell me something. "What's that? Trouble at the old mill?"


I descended so quickly to 700 feet I felt my ears pop and the temperature change. Finally I stopped at a restaurant I had seen earlier - Restaurante Engenho D'Ouro - and had a late lunch. It was perfect because it was a buffet, and once again a very polite person was willing to put up with an American tourist who couldn't speak the local language but understood pointing. 


Fueled, I meandered back a bit - first biking near a distillery (the same one my wife had sketched the previous day) and then up another dirt road that led to a waterfall.


On the way back down this road, I found something interesting that I thought would make a nice souvenir and put it in my handlebar bag. 

Soon I made it back to civilization - which, like in other parts of the world, consists of a paved, well marked and car-free bike path.


It wasn't a very long path but it got me to the roundabout that led me back into the heart of Paraty - and back to the dreaded Cobblestones 2.0. 

It was here I got off the bike, picked it up, and hooked the seat on my right shoulder. It carried me 28 miles on some terrible roads without a flat, and I reasoned the least I could do is carry it the couple of hundred feet through the Boulder Field.


The next day - which was a final victory lap of sorts around Paraty - I got my flat tire. 

In the hotel room.

Let me tell you how to inflate a bike tire. When pumping air into the tire, make sure the bike is laying down. Do not pump the tire while the bike is leaning against a table. Holding the pump in both hands, I had a real deer-in-headlights moment as I watched the Bike Friday fall - and the valve tore out from the rim and air whoooooooshed out of hole. I stared at the pump and my brain put together what happened in slow, Beavis and Buttlead-like motion.

Uh.

Uh.

Uh.

I think I just figured something out, Beavis. 

I marveled at my stupidity but at least I had an extra (several, actually) tube, which I installed without incident. Still: over 100 miles biked around Paraty, Brazil and the only flat tire I got was in the hotel room. Not bad if you ask me. And my wife enjoyed her time at the Urban Sketching Symposium - and at that night's reception we enjoyed seeing friends like JessieOrling and Rita.

My wife also found time to do a little bit more sketching the next morning just before we had to take the bus back to Rio - and eventually fly back home. 

A few days later, when we got home and I unpacked the Bike Friday, I withdrew the souvenir I found on the muddy road, cleaned it off, and looked at it wondering if it had anything to do with my lack of flat tires that day of climbing 3,200 feet in Paraty. Either way, I was lucky enough to go on this trip and thank the urban sketchers for picking an interesting city once again. Thanks for reading and thanks for riding.