Brent Graber was a guy I casually knew, a co-owner of a fun little dog named Delaney.

Brent and his brother were regulars at the ballfield near my house where Hooper & I spend many an evening. Last month, while Hooper was recuperating from his knee injury, Brent got hit by a car and had been in a coma ever since. I found out about Brent’s unfortunate predicament a couple weeks after the fact, when Hooper & I returned to the ballfield. Ever since learning of Brent’s unfortunate turn of events, I had been keeping tabs on him through a website his family had set up, and silently held out hope for a recovery of any kind.

But tonight, at the ballfield where I had collected all of my personal experiences with Brent, I learned of his death. His injuries proved too great for his body and especially his mind; he passed away last evening, after spending the last month in a coma.

I am mostly sad for Brent’s family and close friends, as I was but a peripheral acquaintance. But at the same time, I am pissed off about the way his death came about, and at the way it has been reported and dealt with.

Brent was hit by a car from behind while riding his bicycle a mere quarter mile from my house. He was hit at night, by an 82 year-old. The newspapers reported the age of the driver, but also mentioned that Brent was not wearing a helmet and that his bike did not have a taillight or reflector. What was not reported—in the initial story or the initial “death report” news story— is whether or not the driver was in the shoulder, or in the lane she was supposed to be keeping her fucking car in, when she plowed into this 30 year-old guy and killed him. The papers mention that the driver was not ticketed, in a single sentence paragraph. I would assume that is an indirect way of saying Brent was in the middle of the lane when he was hit, but based on the way most bike-versus-auto accidents are reported, investigated and prosecuted, I seriously fucking doubt it.

The age of the driver and cyclist, the lighting conditions, and the fact that the cyclist was not wearing a helmet or that his bike lacked a taillight are important points. But so is the location of the 2,000 pound motor vehicle when it struck the cyclist. I would argue that that last fact is the most important one in fact, and it really pisses me off that that little detail has been consistently left out of the discussion. Why is that? Seriously; why the fuck is that? Seriously.

Brent was always smiling at the ballfield, always laughing at his and the other dogs whenever they did something silly, which is to say Brent was laughing all the time. He seemed to be enjoying himself in his life, and at 30 years of age, his ended too quickly.

I am pissed off about the way his horrible ordeal has been reported in the local papers and suspect we don’t know the entire story, but knowing the way Brent approached everyday life, I’m going to simply toast him now, and say “salut”.

awright, I got my iPhone talking to my new user account. All I did was tell the “Applications” tab to sync with my iPhone, and it copied the apps to my new iTunes install. Then I did the “wipe”, letting iTunes blow out my iPhone’s music library. At this point, my contacts and iPhone apps are synchronous with the iTunes install on my new laptop’s new user account. I spent an hour or so copying the music from my old user account to my new one, and after all that things aren’t perfect, but they are good. My old files from my old user account are on my new laptop, and after a little terminal action I changed the permissions on those files so I can move them freely about to my new user account’s directory structure. This I will do over the next three years.

Meanwhile, Hooper’s right rear leg is a little gimpy, half my music is not showing up in my iTunes library even tho it’s taking up space in the iTunes directory, and the Outside Magazine article about Lance Armstrong is the biggest piece crap I’ve ever seen. Folks, Lance is a doper, was a doper, and is dressed like the asshole in Napoleon Dynamite at the prom for his photo shoot in this article. And the hack writer for the Outside article just completely missed the point about all of pro cycling and especially the importance of American pro cycling. For now I don’t want to get into it, but for now also, Christopher Keyes (author of this crappy Outsice Magazine article) is a fucking asshole, and a moron to boot. He seems to think that American pro cycling started and ended with Lance Armstrong, and nothing could be further from the truth. God Dammit! I was so ready to renew my subscription to this rag, too…

Let’s talk later.

With my winter goal of keeping in shape taking… uh, shape, I have gone to the climbing gym a couple of times, and now own a harness, shoes and belay device of my very own. But while climbing is no doubt very strenuous, it’s a lot of short bursts of energy and not a lot of sustained aerobic activity. One of the reasons I want to exercise through the winter is so that I can emerge from the Colorado snow in the spring already in shape to ride in the mountains, instead of spending April and May getting in shape.

And so, while I have every intention of spending a couple nights a week at the climbing gym, I need another thing to get the lungs working. I thought about getting a stationary trainer for my bike, and while I was surfing the web looking at the latest in trainer tech (and boy have they come a long way since my old RacerMate 2!) I came across a deal on a set of rollers. Yeah! Why not?!

I used to ride rollers when I was in high school and college (ever since I first saw the scene in “Breaking Away” where Dennis Christopher is training on them in the rain, eating an apple), but it’s been a long time, for sure. Unlike stationary bike trainers, where the bike is clamped into a sturdy base that supports the bike upright, rollers are a set of three cylindrical drums, two for the rear wheel and one for the front. The front drum is linked to the rear with a belt, and while pedaling the bike rotates the rear drums, the belt in turn rotates the front drum. Basically, rollers are like a treadmill for a bicycle, and the bike is freely wheeling along the drums while you pedal, and the only thing holding you up is your own balance. Needless to say, riding rollers is a lot less mindless than pushing the pedals around on a stationary trainer.

In general, people ride rollers to improve their bike handling skills, as traditional rollers don’t provide a lot of resistance. But newer rollers have smaller diameter drums, which increases the resistance somewhat. You can also run fatter tires at lower air pressures to increase the drag some more and get a reasonable breathe going, while still getting the extra benefit of improved balance that riding rollers instills in people.

Performance Bike had a sale on a pair of TravelTrac Rollers, and they took another 10% off at the register for a Christmas sale that was going on, so I walked out of there with a brand new set of alloy rollers for $120. I am impressed with the build quality and the bearings, and the non-skid sections on the rails is a nice touch (helps getting on and off the bike).

I set the rollers up in the garage, alongside a shelving unit that is firmly screwed into the wall studs, giving me a nice handle to hang onto (and grab, when necessary) as I started learning how to ride rollers again. I hopped on my bike and started pedaling, and 30 seconds later I had let go of the shelf bracket; I was riding rollers again, for the first time in about 15 years!

Encouraged, I changed into some cycling shorts and put on my cleated shoes and spun along for about 15 minutes or so. A couple of wobbles sent me reaching for the shelf bracket, but I never crashed and in general I would say it was a good re-introduction to roller riding. Hopefully in time, I’ll be able to ride no hands, drink water, look around, etc. Right now it’s all concentration just to remain upright and on the rollers, but practice makes perfect, right? I was able to get a good sweat going, and I plan to get some cheap, fat tires to both help with the resistance as well as save my good Conti tires for the road, come spring (the rollers deposit a fine aluminum dust on the tires, and wear them out prematurely).

Fun!

If you’re curious, here are some links to some good videos that show the good, the bad and the ugly of riding rollers.

Here’s what not to do:
Idiot

Here’s a good basic clip of how it’s done (setting the rollers in a doorway is a great way to have a hand-hold on either side of you for when things don’t go according to plan):
Roller basics

… and this guy is just freakin’ great:
Stupid Roller Tricks

Sheldon Brown is dead; he passed away today following a massive heart attack. The cycling world—particularly the bicycle mechanic world—has suffered a huge loss.

Sheldon Brown’s cycling/technical pages are loaded with excellent information, and I refer to it (and other people to it) often.

Bummer.

Thanks to Bike Hugger, I’ve been tipped off to a new cruiser-ish bike from Masi called the Speciale Soulville. It’s a classic-lined everyday bike with a Shimano Nexis seven-speed internal hub, just like the Bianchi Milano I bought for Brenda. But unlike the Milano, this bad boy sports steel construction, cork hand grips, some very cool looking fenders, and Faliero Masi’s John Hancock right on the top tube. Imagine cruising in style around town on a Masi!

This is definitely one sweet bike. More pics and details here, in Masi Guy’s Announcement.

Vino cracks, loses a half hour in the hills; his Tour is over. Next day, Vino takes a stage win in convincing fashion, thrills the fans.

Hmmm…

Son of a bitch, Vinokourov tested positive. The fuckin’ idiot doped during the Tour de France, testing positive and getting his whole team kicked out of the Tour with less than a week to go, taking teammate Andreas Kloden—sitting pretty in fifth position—with him. If I were Andreas, I’d be pissed, but then maybe I’d be hoping I didn’t get my ass caught too, since I’d be on the Astana team, a horrid joke of a doping conclave. Let’s not forget that this was the gang of idiots that couldn’t even field a goddamned team for last year’s tour, since half the team was under suspicion of doping by association with Dr. Fuentes. Oh yeah, and if you’re enjoying watching Alberto Contador lighting up the road this year, and maybe catching a case of smug satisfaction watching him toy with Rassmussen (the other big doping story of the ‘07 tour) on the Pyrenees, don’t forget he too was on Astana last year.

Man, this just sucks. Roid Landis invalidated his Stage 17 comeback last year, and after 12 months of discussion about doping and how cycling needs to clean up its act, and the cycling press really handing it to the dopers and suspected dopers, we’re back in the same pile of shit this year.

The thing that really pisses me off is the smug reaction from colleagues and the mainstream media who look at cycling like it’s a circus. I mean, it is, but being a football fan and looking down your nose at professional cyclists is like being a catholic and looking down your nose at child molesters.

Are they all doing it? No way. But I’d say most are. Still. And that’s what I find really sad. But I can tell you this: I can’t wait for tomorrow’s last stage in the Pyrenees. It’s a great sport, filled with skill, danger, speed and pain. And I enjoy the contests and the scenery. And, P.S., the other sports have the same problem, but better unions, so shut up and enjoy the rest of the Tour.

Yeah so last week I wrote a post that purported to be about a cool cruiser bike, but was really a platform for me to bitch about a local bike ride that I felt had fallen into a sad display of Boulder elitism. I railed against these people and their policy of requiring costumes and cruisers on the ride. Since that time, some of the people I was complaining about found my little rant, and posted some seemingly witty retorts; what they really did was show their true colors. Meanwhile, several other bastions of the true spirit of the ride emailed me off-line and showed me the seamy underbelly of the Boulder bikeride/cruiser/chill/hangout groove, and as you might expect, it ain’t pretty.

In the process, I got my shit straightened out. The good news is, the cruiser ride is dead. The better news is, the ride(s) live on.

Here’s the thing: The so-called “Boulder Cruiser Ride”, or “Happy Thursday Ride”, or whatever you want to call it, had exploded in popularity last year and a lot of the people who showed up were wasted college- and high school-kids who were only there to get fucked up (just like the rest of us). But there were too many of them and they kinda sucked at riding and they kinda had no appreciation for bikes, so they sorta sucked and had to go. I agree. But it became the opinion of some of the regulars that anyone showing up for the ride without a cruiser bike, or not in costume — a silly, silly habit of some of the regulars — should not be allowed to ride. Which I disagreed with. I said as much on the happy_thursday Yahoo list — that purported to be the mouthpiece for the ride but is in fact an odd collection of people that I have long since unsubscribed to — and got slammed for saying so. So I quietly bailed from the whole sad thing.

And then last week I saw a cool cruiser on a website while surfing one night and blogged about it, and I guess my little post devolved into a rant about the shitty attitude of what I perceived to be the consensus of the “Boulder Cruiser Ride” attendants. Turns out the ride was ruined by a bunch of hypocritical assholes who drive their SUVs in to Boulder from outlying towns to ride, and have taken over the long-standing ride tradition to serve their own egos and idiotic goals, ultimately leading to the ride being published in the local newspaper and the attendant rise in attendance which led to the problems that led to its demise. And I got flamed for complaining about that.

The best thing about all of that is that some of the very best people involved in the old Boulder Cruiser Ride have contacted me off-list and explained how my off-the-handle rant was out of line; it’s a good reason to have a website and an opinion. I’ve learned that with regard to the so-called “Happy Thursday Ride”, a few bad apples have fucked the entire batch.

The Boulder Cruiser Ride is no longer, but it’s all good, as we say. There are now several factions of people riding bikes around Boulder on Thursday nights; some of them are into bikes and bike culture, and some of them are egomaniacs with agendas — and there are loads of people in between. So I plan on venturing out this week and enjoying the benefits of evolution. I already know where the cool ride leaves from.

I must have one of these“Boulder Cruiser Bikeride” jerkoffs who have taken their little (formerly large) ride underground (sort-of) and excluded all people who show up on non-cruiser bikes or not in costume (and, let’s face it, costumes are, like, totally stupid, even on Halloween).

I realize I have not given sufficient back story on the Boulder Cruiser Ride, but I guess those assholes never gave me enough good times to do so. And now you have to have a cruiser and a costume to be allowed into their little drum circle, so I guess I’ll never get enough material to fill you in. Suffice to say, the Boulder Cruiser Ride has become another bad example of Boulder Elitism, and I now live to hurl insults at the entire rolling jerkoff assemblage. (They’re not all bad, as it turns out.)

Meanwhile, I am still accepting donations for an Ellsworth “The Ride” cruiser, so I can cruise in non-pretentious glee.

So, my fabulous weekend came to an abrupt halt this morning, quite literally. As I was flying though the air, I thought, yep, weekend’s over. Lemme back up a bit.

I was riding to work, about to join the Foothills bike path when this dude making a right onto the Boulder Creek Path decides he’s just going to use the entire bike path to make his turn. Problem was, I was thinking I might just use the right half of the path myself.

We collided, I went flying up and over him and ended up on my back, thinking “what the hell just happened?” By the time I got to the office I was a little light headed and was starting to sense that I’d done some things that are definitely gonna hurt in the morning, and the collection of scrapes and bruises all over my body are testament to that. Worse than that is my right index finger, which apparently acted as cushioning for my brake lever when it slammed into the other bike. It’s swollen, purple and stings like hell, four hours after the incident. Gonna go get it looked at, I think.

I hope the other guy is alright. He seemed fine, but so did I at the time. My trusty On One commuter bike is fine; the front wheel is a little out of true and the saddle lost some leather, but otherwise it’s ready for more action.

I also think Boulder is rubbing off on me; instead of ripping him a new one for ruining my morning, I showed genuine concern for the guy, even after he fully admitted the crash was all his fault. If this was Jersey, I’d have been spewing expletives before I’d even landed.

What a bunch of idiots these guys are. With the Floyd Landis Show currently unfolding at Pepperdine University, complete with tales of Greg LeMond’s weenie and an obsfucatory defense that would make Johnnie Cochran proud, now it appears that Oscar Pereiro — the man who finished second to Landis in the 2006 Tour de France and the man who stands poised to claim a belated yellow jersey if Landis is proven guilty of cheating — is also mixed up in the Operation Puerto scandal, the scandal that has already forced Jan Ullrich out of the sport and brought Ivan Basso into the darkest point of his career (and hopefully will rid the sport of Tyler Hamilton once and for all).

Doping has been going on for years, this much is clear. For me, the wake-up call was in 1990 when I read A Rough Ride, by Paul Kimmage. Kimmage, a former pro, saw first hand what was going on and was one of the first to come out (after retirement) and say how dirty the sport of cycling was. But business as usual remains the order of the day, and it only seems to have gotten worse. The Festina affair and then Marco Pantani have come and gone, and then the biggest mess of all: Operation Puerto blows up the ‘06 Tour, and then Landis with the manufactured testosterone coursing through his veins.

Puerto is kicking some major ass; Ullrich, Basso, Hamilton. And now with Perriero implicated, we have the loser-was-doing-it-too scenario. Which begs the question, “where does it end?” It sure as hell seems like no one is clean in the sport. And what pisses me off is that they all take us for a bunch of fools, with their explanations for all these drug test failures. Landis has the Jack Daniel’s defense, Hamilton has the hilarious chimera defense. But so far my favorite is the latest from Pereiro:

“…if I have to use DNA to demonstrate my innocence, I will leave cycling, because it’s obvious that cycling like that isn’t worth it.”

Cycling like what? Like an honest competitor? Like a guy who has nothing to hide? Or do you mean cycling under a system that has an ironclad method of catching all the dopers? Yeah, proving you’re not an outright cheater (and a contract violator and a fraud) via a simple drug test, remaining in the sport you supposedly love, getting paid to race a bicycle — just isn’t worth it. What an ass.

I don’t know what the answer is — and cycling sure as hell isn’t the only sport that is completely suffused with drugs — but I’m just sick and tired of these guys offering lame-ass excuses for their results. In some ways, Ullrich has shown more stones by “retiring” than any of these other guys with their nonsense.