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  • SF and a quick catch up.

    Well it has been a few days since the single speed world championships and man was it fun.  But onto current events.  Its Thursday in San Francisco, that means Team Wonderbike Bicycle Ride of Destiny.  We are meeting at Speedway Meadow (the site of Saturday's TDF) in Golden Gate Park at 6pm, bring friends, smiles.

    Now I want to tell you about today. We rode across this:


    And yes it was as foggy, cold, and windy as it looks.  But over all it was super fun.  upon crossing we descended to the sunny heaven of Sausalito.  It was warm and full of delicious sandwiches.

    Then after we went to Fort Point and I found a mannequin that looks just like Coleman.  Take a look, picture one is the mannequin:

    maybe Coleman?

    Now look at the real Coleman:

    the real Coleman?

     It's weird, they're like twins.

    Anywho.  Get ready for Saturday, it's going to get awesome.

    Talk soon.


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  • San Fran celebrates another convert

    Be sure to Read The Book of Ballyhoo, Chapter 2 for all the spiritual details.

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  • The Book of Ballyhoo, Chapter 2

    Chapter 2, Book of Ballyhoo for year of our bike 2008:

    1: Stop number two landed us in one of the hot spots of the bicycle movement, San Francisco. And when we say hot, I don't mean the weather. The infamous Mark Twain quote about the coldest summer rang true last weekend...and coming from a warm and extravagantly sunny Colorado...man, it felt cold. Was it just bad luck? Perhaps an ominous sign? Is it possible that the autodustial complex has taken control of the weather?

    2: Our goal is to celebrate a wonderful invention, and in doing so rally the support of new riders, and renew the spirit of those long in the skip tooth...San Francisco is arguably one of the best towns to get around by bike due to its tight geography, easy access to the BART, and loads of bikeways...they could always use more of course! But not all is well in SF...the city is stymied by a pending EPA review to prove whether or not bike lanes cause more pollution (WTF) and trail advocacy get tougher all the time as the concrete jungle growsthe. The world has gone mad my friends, and the only saving grace we have to offer is the clear head space you find in the saddle and perhaps an adult electrolyte beverage to stave off the catabolic effects of your efforts.

    3: On this 19th day of the 7th month, human power again triumphed over horse power. Even in the face of adverse weather, we had a solid congregation of riders and fans find us in the heart of Golden Gate Park's old forest and revel in the sweet sound of bike bells and rubber on the road. 300 rode into a gale force wind fresh off the Pacific Ocean, and returned thirsty, and proud. almost 4000 people total joined in the revival of all things pedal-powered.

    4: Over the course of 5 hours, we rode, we rejoiced, we imbibed, and we grew stronger. For all those rolling forth upon pedaled wings revivalated, and those new to the bike were indoctrinated...and you know it was good.

    5: Here's what the show's collective basket looks like:

    • We raised $18,145 in cash money for the San Francisco Bicycle Coalition and the Bay Area Ridge Trail Council. Ride on!
    • We saved ourselves from dumpnation by diverting 92% of our trash from hell-fill with the help of Clean Cites Coalitionâ�¦ so many people, so little trash. Ride on!
    • We also committed as a city to reduce our car miles for bike miles by joining Team Wonderbike and pledging to ride 175,896 miles instead of driving over the next year! thats a whole lotta pounds of CO2 not going in the air.
    • We got another car-free convert, Stephen Naylor who donated his 1986 Volvo for a new Black Sheep commuter bike. Ride On!
    • Hopefully we foster a stronger community for cyclists by nurturing those in the fold and those who will choose to join us.

    7: Last but not least, a huge high-five to all of the blood, sweat and tears contributed by the volunteers of our partner groups. Many thanks, and to all of you a due share in this shows success.

    Keep the Rubber Side Down�
    Reverend C Ballyhoo, the Deacon of Freakinâ, Oscar the Gashole, our angels and demons, and of course the hardest working man in showbiz, TK.

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  • San Fran, we're a fan

    Thanks for the great turn-out, bike-out, get out and get down at Golden Gate! You San Franciscoans are hot - even when the weather is not. Post your pics and films here! We want to see 'em all.

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  • I wanna trade my car for a bike in San Francisco


    I wasn't able to get access to a video camera, so hopefully this brief essay will do the job.

    My trusty blue Volvo and I have been through a lot together, and, once upon a time, I really loved it. It's remarkably easy to think of a car as a living thing with whom you have a meaningful relationship. It has quirks. It alternately disappoints you and comes through in a pinch. There are things about it that only I know. Like most Americans, I felt a special bond with my car. Not any more. I no longer see cars as charming pets, or extensions of one's personality, or fashion statements. I see them for what they are: ugly, bulky, loud, smelly, hot, deadly machines.

    They're very good at what they do, no doubt about it, but what exactly is that? Well, they take us places it would be otherwise unfeasible to visit, sure. I would probably not have had the chance to see many of the wild wonders of the Sierra mountains or the exhilarating alternate society of Black Rock City, Nevada, without a car to get me there. So don't get me wrong, I am very grateful for the opportunities this technology affords us. No, what I have beef with is the fact that this is not generally the role cars serve in America at all. On the contrary, people have elected to use these remarkable devices to get them all the places they could easily visit otherwise, but would prefer to do so with as little effort, discomfort, human interaction, and chance for a pleasant distraction as possible.

    I'd heard all the standard criticisms of our wasteful, consumerist society before, but they never fully sank in until I decided to live it. One day, all out, no holds barred. The American Way. I got in my car and drove to the nearest Wal-Mart. I shopped among throngs of fellow people, all steadfastly avoiding eye contact that might distract them from their purpose. After checking out, I felt hungry, and remembered there was a fast food restaurant across the parking lot. Making sure not to expend any extra energy, I got in my car and drove the 100 yards to a nearer space. After exchanging money for food using as few words as possible (numbered meals!), I sat, ate, and threw all my layers of packaging, napkins, and advertising into the only receptacle available. What really fascinated me was the television droning away on the wall of the restaurant, magnetically drawing the eyes of the restaurant's patrons and lulling us into a kind of trance, ensuring that we wouldn't dare strike up a conversation with strangers. My last stop on my journey was to the belly of the beast itself: a gas station (don't forget to stock up on plenty of processed goodies while you wait!).

    The whole experience was deeply unsettling, but also fascinating. I had never fully realized that this is the way most of our country lives, without questioning it. And I had never really looked at for what it is. Here's my point: We are living in a dystopian society, and the car is front and center. The car is our icon, and the enabler of our repulsive lifestyle. The car represents every individual's personal fulfillment of the repulsive, archaic, and quintessentially American notion of Manifest Destiny. The car epitomizes our culture's wastefulness, thoughtlessness, and complete unwillingness to simply greet the world and find out what it has to offer. When you walk or bike somewhere, you never know what you might encounter along the way. When you drive, you're there. Ruthless. Efficient.

    Most of the criticisms of automobile usage focus on potentially catastrophic future effects for the environment, the economy, and foreign relations. And these dire warning are all absolutely right. But in my mind what's worse is the societal damage that is already being effected every day, RIGHT NOW, by our car-centric culture. And I don't want to be a part of it any more. I'll find a way into the mountains when I need to go. It might be a bit less convenient, but no way in hell am I having the very icon of our society's ills staring me in the face with those tempting puppy-dog headlights, begging me to treat it as a friend in exchange for a little bit of convenience.

    Stephen N.

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  • Ride on San Fran!

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  • San Fran - You're Next! (Itinerary)

    July 19, 2008 Golden Gate Park




    11:00am-11:30am (Revival Stage)

    11:30am-12:00pm (Revival Stage)
    ACT #1 âSLOW DOWN or THROW DOWNâ: Annual Slow Ride Competition


    NANDA - Acrobaticalists
    Followed by circus tricks and amazing feats WORKSHOP

    12:20pm-1:30pm (Music Stage)

    1:30pm-2:00pm (Revival Stage)
    ACT 2: âCarpocalypse Nowâ: Funeral Procession and Interpretive Dance Exorcism and Contest


    2:40pm-3:25pm (Revival Stage)
    2nd BAND: Mucca Pazza

    3:30pm-4:00pm ACT 3: âWould you Trade Your Car for a Bike?â (Revival Stage)


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