Bicycle Art Exhibit in Philly

Ryan Humphrey’s “Fast Forward” Exhibit

Ryan Humphrey’s exhibit, sildenafil pilule Fast Forward, generic viagra medical  at Moore College of Art & Design from May 29th to September 9th featured 30 BMX bikes, ramps, and a giant bike-themed rug.

The exhibition’s opening reception on June 26th had a bunch of guys jamming inside the museum. They had a grind box, wall ride, and wedge ramp to play with. 80’s freestyle legend, John “Dizz” Hicks was working a wedge like only Dizz can.

Tree hugging

I can appreciate trees. Their size, viagra sale discount their strength, best viagra viagra their beauty – and I appreciate them even more when they’re uprooted and horizontal in the woods. They are much easier to ride after they’ve been downed by strong winds.

The next time you find a nice tree-ride, give that tree a hug for providing you with some fun.

The (OS BMX) Philadelphia Experiment

Philly ride flyer by Chromey at Old School BMX

My bike
In August, generic cialis sickness I heard that a Philly street ride was being organized. This was a good excuse for me to put together a “new” bike.

A few months ago my wife Michele spotted “one of those little bikes that you do your tricks on” behind a dumpster. So I checked it out and saw that it had been crappily repainted, check and had everything except a rear wheel and chain – including SE Landing Gear. Nice. I called the local police and asked if a bike matching the description had been reported as stolen. They did not have any reports.

About a week later I was driving home and saw another BMX bike laying by trash cans. It was complete and also had a custom paint job. EVERYTHING had a thick coat of white spray paint. Very Euro. I emailed the bike shop that was just down the street from where I found the bike but never got a response.

Between my old freestyle bike, help the SE that Michele found, and the Haro that I found, I was able to build up a decent bike. (I found out later from a friend of mine who works for SE that there was a reason the bike was in the trash – it’s not that great of a bike. But I liked the way it handled, and the price was right.)

The only things I needed were a new brake lever and headset. I went to a shop after work, so I was still dressed in my smart but sensible business casual attire. I told the shop tech that I needed a 1 1/8 threadless headset for a BMX bike and he got me a nice Cane Creek setup. The gentleman, observing my clothes and oldness rings me up and says something to the effect of “You’re good to go – that should work great for your son’s bike.” I guess the bike tech does not get many 43 year old men; riding 20″ bikes; installing headsets themselves. He obviously didn’t know any riders from the 2008 Philadelphia Old School BMX Ride put together by the guys at Old School BMX and Vintage BMX.

The mechanicals…
Riding street on some of these bikes was pretty crazy 20 years ago. You would think riding street on a 20 year old bike is even crazier. But I only saw a few minor mechanical mishaps like flats, loose bottom brackets, a broken front brake pivot bolt, etc.. The guys take good care of these classics so they’re still going strong.

There were also plenty of new school bikes, and a couple of 24s.

The ride…
There were over 40 riders cruising through the city in, as Mark Eaton called it, “casual mass.” We started at Penn’s Landing and played on the steps and benches for a little bit, then made our way to the wall rides at Market and 5th. There were 4 or 5 riders already busting out crazy stuff off the walls when we got there. Security guards usually kick riders out pretty fast but I guess all of our pink and neon green bikes made them think twice about messing with us. Or they were on lunch.

There were a few girls on BMX bikes there, taking pictures, and taking on “den mother” duties when necessary. When it was time to move to the next spot they would shout out “We’re rollin’!” or “Let’s go!” Having people on the ride to keep everyone together and somewhat organized was a big help. It also kept Gary from doing kick-outs into street people.

The next stop was City Hall for more flatland and a few repairs. The flatland session was getting crazy and drew some spectators. Even some skaters gave props to Mark Eaton by slapping their boards on the cement after his session. One of the other bikers told Mark, “Did you hear those skaters give you props?! That DOES NOT happen!” We hung there for awhile until Wally and Warren busted out a killer bike-switch. After that everyone immediately headed for the next spot, knowing it couldn’t be topped – or everyone was just too embarrassed to stick around.

Love Park was next on the itinerary. There were a bunch of skaters, street people, and wedding parties to avoid while riding, but there was plenty of room for everyone. A couple riders were bunny hopping the steps/gap onto, and off of, the stage that was there.

I talked some skater kids out of throwing a rotten apple at a sleeping vagrant. Because if he was awake, he might see us before we bunny hopped him. Just kidding. This time.

We eventually made our way to the Art Museum for photos, flatland and other festivities. Brett, Truckstop, and some other riders were doing a curved wall ride. Truckstop took some video with his phone and it looked like fun… until Brett bailed on one and dislocated his middle finger. He said it went 90 degrees to one side and then he snapped it back. I don’t think he was in much pain until he smacked it again. Ouch.

A lot of the riders have never been to Philly so they were getting pictures of the Rocky statue, and doing the traditional “run your bike up the Art Museum steps and then ride down”.

We headed toward South Street but stopped at City Hall again to gather people.

Deeply disturbed, and incredibly funny comedian/rider, George Gallo, was spotting celebrities the entire ride. “Hey! There’s that guy from ‘N Sync!” “Look everybody – it’s Morrissey!” He also tried to challenge a group of about 20 bike messengers to a Michael Jackson style dance-off. They were too cool for that. Luckily George’s son was there to keep him in check.

Some riders went to Rittenhouse Square and the rest started to head back to South Street. I now know why the old school wide bars went out of style. If you’re not careful they tend to smack into cars’ side-view mirrors. A 2008 Mercedes is no match for an 1998 StreetBeat in jam packed traffic on a one-way, pothole infested street. Besides, the girl didn’t hit the mirror very hard anyway.

After a little more flatland on a side street, people started to head to a bar. I left early to kick my friend’s a** in ping-pong (sorry Scott), then went home to OD on Aspercreme and Advil.


Great photos from Chromey

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There’s no climbing in Blue Marsh

Tent caterpillars. Yiiiccchh.

I wanted to do a nice, cialis sales cialis relaxing mountain bike ride. Something with more miles, less technical stuff, and no climbing.

I decided to try Blue Marsh Lake, in Leesport, Pa. I haven’t been there for a few years and I seem to remember that there’s no climbing in Blue Marsh.

I was wrong. There ARE hills in Blue Marsh but they were just what I was looking for. Some long, steady grinders on old access roads, and some short steepies – but all were rideable. The trails were dry and not too rocky or rooty. Just sit and spin and avoid the horse poop.

I did a little over 9 miles, then decided to head back for a total of 18 and 1/2 miles. I’ll do the entire 30 mile loop around the lake when I have more time. And energy. And fitness.

It was a good day of riding and I learned a few things that day…

  • September 1st is the first day of dove season – which is why there were guys in full-camo with shotguns on the trail.
  • Entire sections of forest can be eaten bare by tent caterpillars.
  • Tent caterpillars skeeve me out.
  • There are big ‘ol fish with big fat fish lips along the edge of the lake. They don’t seem to like Fig Newtons, but are curious about hockers.
  • I observed some interesting interpersonal dynamics in the parking lot as two separate couples finished up their day’s activities.
    • One couple was a pair of hikers. I heard the man yelling at the woman, “THAT’S IT. I’M DONE. This relationship isn’t going anywhere!” The woman just laughed at him dismissively.
    • The second couple were two mountain bikers. I saw and heard them earlier on the trail whooping and “Yeah!-ing.” As they loaded their bikes on their car’s roof, I again heard the girl let out a “Whew!” and the guy agreeably say “Yea. Awesome ride.”
      • I think this sample population provides statistically significant proof that couples that ride bikes have good relationships and are happy people; and that people who don’t ride are miserable.

Road Trip

Racers descending Ridge Ave.

My friend Brett, discount viagra tadalafil who works for SE Racing, cialis sale remedy hooked me and some friends up with passes to the Fuji tent – near the top of the Manayunk Wall. Brett sponsored us some bagels, ailment drinks, t-shirts, and access to port-a-potties, a HUGE upgrade from last year’s experience (long story).

We made our traditional stop on Lemon Hill to watch the racers climb, and admire the variety of bikes and bike people.

After watching a few laps along East Reservoir Drive, a completely uninhabited section of the course where we collected the racers’ (free) water bottles, we made our way to the Art Museum and found a vendor giving away water ice – free. We also acquired some samples of Kraft “Begalfulls” which were awesome. And free.

We hung around the finish line area for the final laps then made our way back to the parking lot in Manayunk. This was a fun, steady spin down car-free Kelly Drive. We looked for large, fit people to draft as long as possible. A few years ago we got DROPPED by some long-haired dude on a Sears FreeSpirit in cut-off jean shorts and sandals. We eventually caught him when he stopped at the Starbucks. Damn those “DUI fit” guys.

A few more pics from the day…