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That’s right! This Saturday, July 19th, the Atomiks are playing at Zephyr. It’s a fundraiser show for our Burning Man camp: Atomikamp, aka The Fallout Shelter. It’s only $5, and good times shall be had by all.
Tell your friends, and see you there!

With the permission of “Hans”, I re-post this:

Have you noticed an increase of bicycle riders in our streets? It is almost dramatic! Hot August Nights brings a lot of focus on fuel driven vehicles. This could be an excellent time and opportunity to the public aware of the wholesome, healthy alternative of bike riding. There finally seems to be a growing alertness and readiness to act by our authorities. If we could motivate a thousand folks to participate in the Hot August Bike Ride it could just make the statement to propel our authorities to make riding safer in our area with appropriate biking facilities.

While Critical Mass rides have their values, to transcend them we have requested Reno city government support and police escort.

How?
Join the Hot August Bike Ride on 8/8, 6 PM at the West Street Market (West St. between 1st and 2nd Streets) in downtown Reno.

Why?

• To help raise the consciousness for bike riding as a wholesome, ecological transportation alternative.
• To make a statement to our authorities for more and better biking lanes and paths, for biking education in schools and corresponding law enforcement.
• For greater health.
• For fun and camaraderie.

Who?
Anyone who can ride a bike is welcome to join!

I went ahead and re-posted it also on Facebook, as an event. Click here to check it out and RSVP if you’re cool like that. Or, you know, you can just show up.

I will.

The Great International Chicken Wing Society brought to Reno a cookoff, and I had to go check it out.

I was surprised to find that a few of the booths were closed (or even gone) for lunch time, but there was still plenty to be seen and tasted. All the chicken wing booths offered a $2 sampler of 4 pieces. Dani and I walked from one end to the other, making sure we tried every single one.
The sun was hitting, the temperature was rising… and not only outside, but inside! Some of the wings were super spicy. Wait, some? Most! The only one that wasn’t spicy was one with garlic and honey, which was delicious. Nevertheless, my favorite were the ones from “Havin’ an Affair“. After the sampler tour, I came back and ordered a dozen wings. Each individual wing wasn’t hot, but after a few, a dragon ball was starting to come together in my mouth.
Now, maybe you didn’t know this about me, but my head sweats a lot when I eat something spicy. This was no exception, and I ended up pretty soaked after my little lunch adventure.

Sadly, I missed the contest being held at 3pm: See how many wings you can stuff in your face in a few minutes. I doubt I would have been competition to hambeasts like Willie Davison though.

Official results are in! We took 5th place in mixed and 13th overall. Not bad!
The team, Venetian Skunk, took off from Reno at 3pm. My turn to run came up for Leg #8 a little bit after 8pm. I was excited, and I was off on the road at dusk.
After about two miles into my section of the course, my legs started cramping. Thoughts of “oh shit” ran through my head, so I slowed down just a bit and tried to relax. I had a long ways to go, and not only on this section, but on the rest of the race!
Soon enough, both my legs felt like wires with ants crawling through them. My left one, particularly, was in pain. From my toes to my knee, it felt like it was all one piece: no joints, no muscle. Just one huge mass of pain.
I ran through Truckee, huffin’ and puffin’. I was almost there! At the roundabout, I almost went the wrong way, but I eventually got to the exchange point and ended my leg. I was in extreme pain, but I had this huge rush: I completed my first 4.8 miles in 42 minutes. A whopping 6.85 mph was my speed, which definitely put me as the slowest runner in my team. However, I never once walked, which was one of my goals (the other goals included not dying, being run over by a lifted truck or swallowed by a bear).
After Jason finished his leg at Homewood, the six runners that were in my van were done for at least 3 hours. It was midnight when we arrived at the exchange point in South Lake Tahoe, and we tried to get some rest. The temperature was 36 degrees, and most of the team slept on the ground of the Raley’s parking lot, in sleeping bags. I curled up inside the van’s passenger seat.
I wasn’t able to sleep much, but I was at least laying down and resting my legs. I didn’t want my legs to cramp up anymore, so I did something I hadn’t done in over ten years: I ate bananas. Two fresh, ripe and smelly bananas. My body was craving the potassium, so I put behind my self-imposed dislike of the fruit, and went to town.
At around 3am, Josh H. started from South Lake Tahoe, up Kingsbury Grade. He had to climb 1000 feet in 4.2 miles. Now, Josh is a hell of a runner, and he was done in about 34 minutes.
I was waiting at the top of the hill, ready to go down Kingsbury Grade. 4.3 miles of downhill, in the middle of the cool, starry night waited for me.
I had a headlamp on, and I’d never even heard or though of the goggle effect that it would have on me. The shadow of my eyebrows that was cast underneath my eyes made me feel like I was wearing some bizarre goggles, and messed with my eyesight for the whole stretch. At times, I would just close my eyes and run down the hill.
My legs weren’t cramping, this was a good feeling. I wasn’t going fast, but I wasn’t going slow either. Every single step I took reverberated through my body, ending up at the jaw. Thunk, thunk. A couple of guys ran past me, and I was wishing I was in better shape to be able to step it up.
I finished in 32 minutes. I was happy. My goal for this leg was to beat Josh’s time… I went just as far, but down the hill instead of up. He climbed 1000 feet, I dropped about 1300.
My body, however, was not happy. My shins ached, my shoulders were suddenly sore, and my stomach was making a number. I didn’t know if I wanted to throw up or go #2. I did the latter, twice in 10 minutes. All that bouncing from running down a hill sure shook up my dinner.
I felt pretty good when Nate, the runner that went after me, ran the second half of Kingsbury Grade at about the same pace as me. Our van’s legs finished south of Carson City, just a bit after sunrise.
We headed up to Virginia City, where we once again tried to get some sleep… and once again I wasn’t able to. I was too excited, and the cool breeze that blew on my face kept me wide awake.
After hydrating, some more Bowel movements, and the improvised application of Neosporin on some chafed parts, we were ready to go on the final stretch.
Leg 32 waited for me, it was sometime around 10 am. The sun was starting to be a factor, but I was ready.
I had a pretty big hill to climb (not as big as other runners’ climbs, but big enough to whine about!), and I was dreading every minute of it as I slowly made my way up it. I got my first and only “roadkill” of the whole race on this section, as I passed a guy that was walking up the hill. Yay! Another goal achieved.
At the top of the hill, I could hear the exchange point. My teammates were making noise, and I knew that after I got to the van, my part of the race was done. I ran as fast as my body was letting me, and finished in a mix of feelings of pain, accomplishment, fatigue and joy. My legs were throbbing, my shins hurting more than ever.
The team finished in less than 22 hours, which was one of the goals. I had a sandwich and a beer, and fell fast asleep on the grass of Idlewild Park.

This certainly was an Odyssey. At a few points during the race, I thought to myself “whoa, we’ve really gone a long way already“.
I was awake from 6am on Friday until 3pm on Saturday. I made new friendships, and by the end of the journey, I felt a strange, different and special connection with the 5 teammates I shared a van with.
I will certainly aim to do this again next year, and I plan on being in better running shape. I think all the bike riding I do helped me be ready cardio-wise, but my body was not ready for the impact of running on the road.
Today, Monday, I still ache, but I still feel what I felt when we finished: awesome!

I’d like to thank Jason, Josh, David, Nate and Bob for being awesomely supportive and fun to be with.

Pictures from the adventure can be found on my Flickr page, here.

Last week, browsing through Reno Baby! (a ning site), I found out about the Reno-Tahoe Odyssey. I read a bit about it, sounded like fun, and expressed my interest.
Yesterday, this guy Jason posted there to say that they were looking for a runner. I replied, excited, saying that I was up for it.
But then I was afraid someone would get a hold of him before I did, so I asked my friend and roomate Cory if he knew him. After all, Cory is a pretty networked guy. And it turns out that he does know him!
So, Cory “twittered” him, and a connection was made.
Hours ago, I got an email from “the team”, and I’m in!

And shit. I didn’t know the race started on Friday and doesn’t stop until you get to the finish line, a whole 178 miles later. Enter panic mode!
Just kidding. It’s sort of a relay race, and it’s divided in 36 legs. Each team has 12 members, so I only have to run 3 legs, so I should be able to survive without any internal bleeding.

I’m heading out to REI to arm myself with a headlamp and some sort of reflective vest… and maybe some bear spray. Holy shit.

I’ve had three cups of coffee.

After crawling out of bed at 6am, I rode to the Reno Bike Project, to eat some fresh pancakes while I waited for my eyes to stop watering:

There were a lot of people there, including Channel 2 news. (They were interviewing Wolfy as I rode in, so I expect a YouTube to be out at some point). I had me some pancakes, chatted with a few hipsters, hippies and random bike commuters, and then got back on my bike.
I was going to hit up Walden’s Coffee shop, but I didn’t feel like going to the other side of town and then come back, so I instead headed out to Bibo’s. I showed them my helmet, and then recognized the barista as one of the people I’d seen eating pancakes at the Bike Project, so he hooked me up with some coffee. I also bought a bagel, because I was hungry. (Important details in this post, I know). It was an “everything bagel”.
I chatted with another bike commuter also enjoying some free coffee. His commute was from Verdi to South Reno, and we chatted about bike things like the Procrastinating Pedalers and Critical Mass.
The last stop was Java Jungle, where I consumed my third cup of coffee. I was already wide awake by then, but I had to follow through with my plan, or what was left of it.
The temperature was rising, and not only internally. 61 degrees at 7:30am felt warm enough to ditch my windbreaker, and I rode on to work. It’s supposed to be in the 90s by the time I get out of here, so I’m prepared to change into my shorts for the ride back home.

I dedicate this post to George Pickard, who has labeled me as an activist for promoting Critical Mass in Reno.
At any rate, did you know we’re in the middle of Bike to Work Week? And did you know that May is the National Bike Month? I did!:
That’s why I’ve been putting miles on my bike. It’s been nice seeing more and more bike commuters out on the road, and it’s also more fun to race them.
This Friday is one of the most fun events of the whole bike shindigs. It’s the official Bike to Work Day, and some coffee shops around town are encouraging you to participate by giving you free bike-fuel. Check out the list of these cool places here: http://www.gethealthywashoe.com/bike_to_work.html. There’s also a list of related events, and you should check those out too!
I will most definitely be riding my bike on Friday morning, heading up to the Reno Bike Project for some pancakes, and then hitting up two or three coffee shops on the way to work. I think it’s important to mention that I rarely ever drink coffee, so I expect to have all sorts of jittery energy by the time I get to work. It might even be an uncomfortably energetic happening.

There have been a few temblors around these parts lately.
My friend Kelly had been whining about not being able to nap because of all the quakes in her neighrhood. It turns out, she was right! There have been a lot of small earthquakes.
But Friday night put us on the news. A 4.7 shook everything, and lasted for what seemed 10 seconds. I was sitting at the time, but it almost felt like I was inside a Zorb ball!
This morning, at around 4.30 am, a 4.2 woke me up in the middle of my dreaming session. The aftershocks put me to sleep afterwards, and I haven’t felt anything since…
Rumors are that Reno is “overdue for a 6+”, and that God Hates Reno, so we’re in for a special something. I hope that it’s nothing catastrophic.

I’m going to keep myself informed, since there are quite a few sources of information. I already got myself set up with an Earthquake preparedness kit, as recommended by Bike Carson.

Yesterday was Earth Day. Yes, it was yesterday, not Sunday! Sunday just happened to be more practical for a celebration/event, while also coinciding with 4-20
At any rate, I’m trying to go all week long without driving my car, in some sort of celebration of Earth Day. So far, I’ve been successful, but yesterday was really a trying day.
I begun by riding to work.
I wore tights, and some really short shorts. You see, work had this contest for Earth Day: win $100 by using an alternative method of transportation! And since I’ve been riding my bike to work for the last couple of weeks, I figured I’d spice it up by looking just a little bit more weird. I didn’t win, but oh well.

Like every Tuesday, I have a Cisco class at TMCC. I was determined to ride up to TMCC by the end of the semester, but the dates lined up well enough for me to have a good excuse to do it, so I did it!
The final stretch, on Dandini Boulevard, was a killer. To add to the long steep climb -without a bike lane- was the wind. The fucking wind, again!
It took me a whole 33 minutes to go from Work to School (590 Eureka to 7000 Dandini), which ended up being a whole 10 minutes faster than I expected. Of course, I got there sweaty, out of breath and thirsty… but above all, accomplished.
In class, I struggled to stay awake. My body wanted to shut off to recover, but somehow I managed to stay awake. Now, don’t ask me too much about VLANs, because I can’t remember anything from class.
I looked forward to the ride home from class. Like the famous saying goes, “what goes up, must come down”, I looked forward to gravity enforcing its 9.8m/s² acceleration on my unit of mass, as I gracefully handled the curves that the road provided, whether it be by its design or its many many fucking potholes.
But alas. None of that. The wind kept blowing face-on, and the acceleration was brought to a near zero, providing a very neutral coasting speed down the hill. Damn it, Earth, this is how you pay me back for celebrating you?

At any rate, I made it down the hill, rather uneventfully. I crashed at my girlfriend Dani’s place, and caught up on the Spurs-Suns #2 game of the playoffs. I knew we’d win, but it’s always fun to see Manu kicking some ass.
I was going to finish riding home after dinner, but I took a shower and hit the sack, so it was the end of the day.
My route ended up looking something like this:

You can just click here to view the larger map

Not too shabby. It usually takes me less than 15 minutes to get to work from home, and it took me 33 minutes to get to TMCC from work. Throw 15 minutes for the “descent” ( ), and it took me a whole hour to commute. I saved some money, I burned some calories. I strengthened the bond between my ass and my saddle.
I’ll be doing this again.

 I’ve been missing the monthly Critical Mass event. The last time I went to one, I was one of 3 guys who showed up. Sure, it was cold and there was snow on the ground, but it was also a lot of fun.
It’s been a couple of months since then, and the weather is much nicer, so I’m stepping up and trying to get this rolling again. I’ve posted the same thing in a number of places (MySpace, CraigsList, Tribe.net, the Yahoo group for a local bike riding group).
My e-flyer looks something like this:

Reno Critical Mass
Details, details!

When: Friday, Feb 29th, 2008. 6pm.
Where: Downtown Reno. 1st Street, right next to Java Jungle.
Why: Critical Mass is a celebration of cycling, not a war against motorists. Critical Mass is about asserting our right to the road, not denying others their right to the road. In other words, we’re not riding to disrupt traffic, we’re riding to encourage bicycle traffic.
How: Bring your bike. Meet with us. Make a friend. Go ride for about 1 hour.
So, see you there! The weather is supposed to be night, but it’ll be getting dark, so dress warm and don’t forget some sort of light.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a7-MxK8AvHI

So, that’s it. I guess I’ll find out on Friday how well it all goes. If you’re able (as in, you have legs and a bike, and a beating heart), show up too!