Mutha Hubba Hubba

by Max Shalitmontagne on June 4, 2010

I have taken either an MSR Mutha Hubba, or Hubba Hubba HP on all my tours and camping trips of late. I think they are the coolest thing ever… at least as far as tents on bikes in the Pacific Northwest go. They are both super light: the Mutha Hubba weighs in at around 7 pounds, the Hubba Hubba HP is somewhere near 4 pounds. They fit on racks pretty easily, although the Mutha Hubba takes up all the platform space on my rear rack. The Hubba Hubba HP can compress into a tiny tiny ball that can fit in a handlebar bag if you take the stakes out, and both can be set up with just the rain fly and the footprint if you want to travel light. 

Set up time is around 5 minutes for both tents, which is really nice is you are trying to be sneaky off the side of the road in the dark, and it's raining out, and you've already ridden 130 miles during the day. The boths literally snap themselves together. You have to help them out a little, but you can basically just take them out and shake them and they are together. You'll get a fair amount of condensation on the rain fly if you spend the whole night with it on, but if you leave it off, you will be able to set it up fast enough not to get significantly wet if the sky starts dripping on your face in the night. You can also run a half fly, and if the rain comes it's as simple as getting up, and unfolding a chunk of plastic on your roof.

Space wise both these tents are near perfect, the Mutha Hubba fits 3 smallish people very comfortable, and 3 smallish people with all their touring stuff a little less comfortably. It is marketed as a 3 person tent, but I am convinced you could get a 4th in if you have small friends, and you keep your stuff in the vestibules or outside. Because of it's size, the Mutha Hubba does get pretty cold and lonely if you're alone and the weather isn't nice, and Chris and I found ourselves wishing for a 3rd a few times on the Peninsula Tour, but it works pretty well for one, if you've got some warm stuff. The Hubba Hubba HP uses less mesh, and more "technical fabric," so it keeps you a bit warmer. It basically works the same as the Mutha Hubba, but for less people. Two is comfortable, you could probably fit three. One is lonely, but acceptable.

In summary: The hubba series is bomb. I can find no flaws You should use them, unless you feel otherwise, then just use whatever you want, and let me know if what you use is better. It might help me out.


Port Townsend

by Max Shalitmontagne on June 4, 2010

The ride from Olympia to Port Townsend is fairly easy and simple. It's 100ish miles, mostly on 101, but a bit on 104 and 20. Once you get near to Port Townsend you can find a few miles of dirt trail near the side of the road. Try riding it. It's fun. There is only one hill of notice that is just over 2 miles from bottom to top. It is just South of Quilcene, at the end of about 15 miles of small, rolling hills that start in Potlatch. Other than that, the road is fairly flat, and the scenery is nice.

You can take this a number of ways. I like to do it in this order when I'm fully loaded.

1. 2ish miles from Evergreen to the Blue Heron bakery

2. 30ish mile ride

3. Brunch

4. 40ish mile ride

5. Lunch

6. 15ish mile ride

7. Party.

You could probably do this faster. You could probably do it without getting off your bike. You could also take 4 days to do this. However you do it, make sure you have fun, or something similar. There is no shortage of viable camping spots, and even a few official ones with bathrooms and electricity, so if you bring a tent or super warm clothes then you can ride without worrying about getting there in one day.



Mima Mounds Adventure Route

by Max Shalitmontagne on June 4, 2010

 Here's the route for my Mima Mounds Adventure. I started at The Evergreen State College, then headed downtown, and down Capitol Way to Tumwater, and stopped at the Washington State Department of Printing, where I bought a hard copy of this Capitol Forest map. If you want to do this trip yourself, I would highly recommend buying one. They run around nine dollars, and the Department of Printing only takes credit cards, but you can probably figure out a way around it. After leaving the Department of Printing, I headed west on 93rd Ave, until I reached Littlerock, until I took a right on 128th Avenue, then another onto Wadell Cr Rd. This road goes by Mima Mounds, which are worth checking out. It also goes by the Margaret Mckenny entrance to Capitol Forest.
 Once I was in the Forest I rode down the #6A trail, took a left onto the #10, and continued along the Porter #8 trail, until I stopped to camp just before I the path crossed the D-4000 road. In the morning I made my way to the road, and followed it all the way to the C-line, which I followed to Wadell Creek Rd, which I followed home to Evergreen.

Be warned: this is not a very long ride, but I is definitely one of the more difficult ones I have gone on. Riding fully loaded on muddy, hilly trails is nothing like riding on the road. You would probably be happier with fat, knobby tires, although I managed with 38mm slicks. Also, bring a map, and a giant jug of water. you don't want to be stranded and thirsty. Capitol Forest is pretty vast, you should go there and explore.


Mima Mounds and Capitol Forest Adventure Photos

by Max Shalitmontagne on June 4, 2010

Here are some photos from an excursion I took to Capitol Forest. I will post with my route, and trip info as soon as I can figure out how to use the scanner at the library.
 Weird little road path close to Mima Mounds. It seemed like a good place to stop for lunch, if I was hungry.

Further down the path

 Mima Mounds: Not all that visually stimulating, but how the heck did they get there?
Into the forest

 There's a taste. More to come.


Three Ways To Bike To Seattle

by Max Shalitmontagne on April 20, 2010

I have ridden my bicycle from Seattle to Olympia, and vise versa numerous times, and it has struck me that there are probably a fair number of people who do not know how to do this, sooooooo… here are the three main ways I have gone. They are all very doable in a day, provided you leave early, bring enough food, and do not dawdle too much. If you are the sort to do this type of thing, they are all actually pretty doable in an afternoon, provided you keep a decent pace, and do not get lost. The shortest amount of time I have ever done this in is around four or five hours. That was time spent primarily in the drops, with a backpack, on a racy road bike. I went the Vashon route.  For reference, the longest amount of time Olympia to Seattle has ever taken me was around eleven hours. This was with me riding a heavy, upright bike, with panniers. I took the Peninsula route in the dark.

#1: The Interurban Trail Route

This route is the flattest, most direct, and the only one that does not involve ferries. It also happens to be my least favorite, and as a result I have only taken it two or three time, including my attempted move from West Seattle to The Evergreen State College. The first 30 miles or so are fairly scenic and pretty, with lots of trees, and farm land, but after that ride get kind of gross and urban. I could not figure out how to embed this map, so here is a link.

You don't really have to worry about food, or other supplies on this one, because it is so urban, in fact you could probably bus to Seattle or Olympia pretty easily if you run into any sort of trouble along the way.

#2: The Vashon Island Route

This is my favorite route as of now. I like ferries, and I like Vashon Island, so this way is fantastic for me. I think this way might be a bit shorter than the other two, but it is definitely the hilliest. Multiple gears would probably be a good thing to have for this ride, although I have done it on a fixed gear, and you probably could too. Be advised that the ferry from Tacoma to Vashon will cost you around five dollars.

I am again having trouble with Google Maps, so here is another link. Google wants you to go through White Center, and up Airport Way after arriving in West Seattle, and will not allow me to conveniently tell you otherwise. Instead of doing what the map says, you should follow Fauntleroy Way SW North off the ferry, until you get to SW Avalon Way. Take Avalon, until SW Yancy Street, where you should take a right. Once at the bottom, find your way around the All Star Fitness, and take a left on Delridge Way SW. Get onto the side walk just before the street becomes the freeway. You will be on a bike path that will take you to East Marginal way. From there you can use the map.

#3: The Peninsula Route

This is a very pleasant route. I have only taken it once, but I quite enjoyed the ride. It is a bit hillier, and a bit longer than the Interurban route, but there is less traffic, more water, and better scenery in general than the first two. If you want an even less trafficked, and more scenic, albeit lengthier route, the find your way over to the 106, and ride along the water. until you get to Highway 3 in Belfair.

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I hope this helps you ride your bicycle to or from Seattle sometime soon. Maybe you can come visit me. Have fun, and safe travels.


by Max Shalitmontagne on April 9, 2010

I know this was on gomeansgo already, but I think it's worth posting again. Fantastic production: I give it 5 gold stars.


Olympic Bike Tour Recap

by Max Shalitmontagne on April 6, 2010

 I spent my spring break riding a bicycle around the Olympic Peninsula. It was lots of fun, also lots of tired, and some wet. Here is my tour journal/diary. Is it still a tour if it's only 5 days long, or is it just bike camping?

Sunday March 21st, 2010

We didn't leave Evergreen until around 5:30 or 6:00 PM. Once we did get moving it was great though. Grinding up those long inclines on a 100ish pound bike makes me feel really happy. I just get into a zone where I dont notice myself pedaling, but my bod feels good, and my minds can wander. I am using a Scott AT-4 Pro handlebar. They made them for a bit in the 90s. I don't know why they  stopped. They are byfar my favorite bars for touring ever. I have my cockpit set up with Deore friction thumb shifters, and some unkown brand/model brake levers next to the stem. I've got Oury grips on backwards for the comfy flat bar position, and the rest is shellacked clothtape. Unfortunately, I did not let the shellack dry long enough before taking it out in the rain, and now it's all weird. Oh well, I'm gonna redo it when I get home anyways.IMG_0233
The end of our day found us somewhere between Mcleary and Elma, off the 108. Tanner got a flat as we went over a bridge, and we figured the woods next to the road were as good a place to camp as any, especially the sun was about to eave us in darkness pretty soon. We only made it about 25 miles, but at least we got on the road. Hopefully tomorrow we can make it to Kalaloch or Forks.

Our campsite for the first night

Mr. Grande reading cyclocross magazine

The dashing adventurers

Monday March 22nd, 2010

Again, we did not get going until late, although 1:00 or 2:00 PM is a lot better than 5:30 or 6:00 PM. Tanner left us and returned to Olympia, where it is warm and dry, or rather where he has a place of residence that is not a tent. Chris and I continued on. The sun was shining, and we didn't get a drop of rain. We made pretty good time, until we stopped for food in Aberdeen and somehow spent 2:30ish hours sitting by the water outside a top food and drug.

We finally got the hell out of Abderdeen, and just kept going. I am rolling on 60 psi 42 mm Continental Contact tires for this tour BTW, and let me tell you: thin, high pressure tires are for suckers, at least in a touring setting. There is definitely a bit more rolling resistance with fatties, and the weight probably makes it a little bit harder to accelerate, but compared to what all my crap does to my speed, it's nothing. Where fat tires do make a difference is when riding over cracks, debris, potholes, or anything else anywhere. Big rifts in the pavement that would make me cringe with 25s, or even 32s are barely noticeable,  and the giant hinge I ran over earlier; like a pea under 100 mattresses… well, more like a chunk of metal under big cushy tires, but you get the idea.

Chris and I ended setting up camp somewhere near Humptulips, around 20 or 30 miles out from Aberdeen (we have a map, but we don't know if Humptulips is behind or ahead of us. The 101 past Aberdeen gets really nice, real smooth, lots of trees, and hardly any traffic, so neither of us wanted to start riding when the sun started to go down. We kept riding, on the lookout for a good place to pitch a tent. We kept seeing gated gravel roads, and wishing we had time to explore them. Finally we decided to investigate, and rode our bikes around a baricade and up a rocky, overgrown dirt and gravel trail (again 42mm tires came in handy.) It took us through a clearcut area and then through a forest of baby trees that were only 10 or 15 feet tall. I decided it was a clearcut area that had been replanted. Chris and I topped to pee, then, startled by the sound of a car, scurried down an even more overgrown side path with our bikes. The car turned out to be on the main road, and in retrospect it would have been shocking if the was a car up here. We continued along the path, which was really just and old gravel road with trees planted in it, until it became invonvenient to take out bikes, then we ditched them, and walked until we found a stream and a man-made pond in a forest of baby trees. It was very surreal. By this time, all sunlight had left us, but the moon was bright, so we returned for the bikes, dragged them a bit further along the trail, and pitched the tent, which barely fit in a tiny clearing.Img_0188
 Here is our campsiteImg_0187
 It it is from the other sideImg_0189
 Here it is from further back


Tuesday March 23rd, 2010

I didn't sleep exceptionally well last night. It was cold as fuck, and I stayed up listening to night noises. There were dogs barking nearby, owls hooting, coyotes howling, and for some reason a rooster crowing around midnight.

In the morning Chris and I woke up freezing and explored th logging trails a bit more. It wasn't the exciting adventure I was hoping for, but it was pretty interesting. Img_0193
We hit the road at what I estimated to be about 9 or 10, out best time yet! We stopped in a lot of towns, hoping to buy gas for our stove so we could have some warm food, but we found none. In the afternoon Chris and I took our lunch of refried beans, cheese, and onion on bread at the ocean. We had known we were near it for a while, but could not see a way to the beach. Finally we came upon a campground that was closed for the Winter, and just rode right in. We had the whole place to our selves. We ran through the water a bit, then climbed a giant log, which in retrospect I should have taken a picture of.Img_0195
Nothing exceptional happened from then on. We were appalled by some more clear cut, and stopped at a pleasant seeming hostel to refill our water bottles. We made it to Forks at around 8:30, and wandered around for a while, until we found a warm transit station to sleep in. There we met some cool dudes who told us some cool stories. We ended up doing around 85 miles today. It doesn't really feel that far, but I am very tired now. Being in the saddle all day is draining. I think 50 miles might be the perfect distance for a day of touring. That way you have the time and energy to lolligag, and explore and have adventures. 85 isn't terrible, and even 100 plus is pretty doable, but I think I like 50 more.Img_0203

Wednesday March 24th, 2010

I got the worst sleep of the tour last night. I was awoken at around 4:30 AM by the first bus driver wandering in to the transit center for a snack, then again at around 7 AM by a crowd of shouting children apparently embarking on some sort of class trip. By the time I got up both the dudes we talked to the night before were gone, and the children were a bit much to handle in my state of mind, so Chris and I groggily meandered over to a diner where we enjoyed a mediocre breakfast. Afterwards we went over to Forks outfitters to buy fuel for the stove. There we observed from afar some Oly style hipsters, the first ones we had seen in days. They may have been travelling, but I like to think that Forks has a secret population of cool kids with tight pants.

It was a little before noon by the time we actually started riding, and within a few miles we ran into the second toureur of the trip: a fellow named Michael.Img_0212
Michael is in the process of bicycling to California, possible to Yosemite National Park. He seemed like a cool guy, with exciting ambitions. You can check out his adventures at

A bit further down the road I noticed tire track
s leading off the highway to a rocky gravel road next to it. I pointed it out to Chris and suggested we ride it. He was not very enthused, but suggested we race, me on rocks and gravel, and him on pavement. I gleefully accepted the challenge, knowing full we what the results were going to be.Img_0214
 I road peacefully along the mysterious road, which, separated from traffic by a decent wall of trees apparently followed the power lines. After about a mile I came to a paved road, which I followed back to the 101 to look for Chris. He was nowhere to be seen, but thankfully he had turned his cellphone on around the same time I thought to call him. He was relaxing in a field somewhere ahead of me.Img_0216
Rather than hurry ahead to find Chris, I decided to go back to another gravel road I notice earlier that seemed to be a continuation of the last one I had ridden. I had to lift my bike over an exceptionally long gate, which almost made me pop an artery. This road was far more overgrown than the last one, with grass several feet high covering nearly all of it. I rode on and on until the road ended off in the woods somewhere at what appeared to be a fallen down shack. The trees and bushes surrounding the area looked like they were riddled with paths, which I explored for a while. It was unclear whether or not they were man made. It felt like a very magical place.Img_0222

After riding back to the paved road, I once again set off down another mysterious, overgrown road. This time the grass was even thicker, and the road more pitted. The grass soon gave way to small bushes, which I plowed right through as they smacked me in the face and arms, and battered my fenders and panniers. The road just got hillier, potholier, and generally more difficult to ride, until I came to a large field surrounded by a barbed wire fence and filled with tall grass. I was faced with two options: turn back, or somehow cross the fence and press on. I chose the latter, and succeeded with great difficulty in lifting my steed over the fence without injuring it or myself in the process. I rode on until the field turned into something similar to a swamp, the continued until I saw a road. Unfortunately, the road was on the other side of another barbed wire fence. I stopped and pondered my situation, until I saw an opening in the fence. The path leading up to it was walled in on either side by large blackberry bushed, and involved a very steep, very off-road downhill section. I decided to risk it, and with the outermost part of my handlebar in one hand for stability, and a brake lever in the other, I proceeded down the hill, pushing myself as far back as I could, so as not to fall forward over my handlebar.  As I neared th bottom, I released the brake, and rolled though the opening in the fence, which turned out to be not an opening, but merely a collapsed section. I realized too late that I was about to ride fully loaded over barbed wire, but I made it to the road, and back to highway 101, ad eventually I realized my tire have not been punctured after all, and I would not have to stop and perform a fix-a-flat. I'm not sure if it was luck, and I missed the barbs, or is Continental Contacts are the best tires ever, but that experience definitely makes me feel some love for them. Img_0223

I finally met up with Chris just outside Sappho. My adventures had left me feeling alive and energized, and the rest of the day was a breeze. The two of us rode along, enjoying the sun, until a unexpected multi-mile descent, which landed us on Lake Crescent. The lovely scenery was only slightly lessened by the large amounts of traffic, and lack of shoulder. It was pretty amazing to be near that lake, warm in the sun, knowing that if I really wanted to I could get to the snow I saw in the mountains nearby by the end of the day.

We ended up setting camp somewhere past Lake Sutherland, in some strange bit of land off the road. It was the first time we had set up in full daylight. Once we had settled in, we prepared to cook our first hot meal of the tour (aside from the restaurant in Forks that morning,) and inadvertently released all of our gaseous fuel into the surrounding plants and atmosphere. We were pretty upset, all that time we had spent not polluting, up in smoke. Besides, what if we died from inhaling too much of it? We covered out faces with bandannas, and settled for another dinner of cold refried beans, cheese, and onions on bread. We were asleep before the sun went down.Img_0226

Thursday March 25th, 2010

Chris and I managed to wake up close to noon, despite our early bedtime, and rode the 10-15 miles in heavy rain to Port Angeles, where we spent multiple hours languishing on a bench eating various food items from an Albertson's. There I realized I had absolutely no energy, and that we probably should have taken a rest day somewhere pretty, and sunny. Perhaps at the ocean. I contacted Cleb, who lives in Port Angeles to see if we could make use of his home and hot tub. Unfortunately he was in Sequim, and would be spending the night in Port Townsend. We headed downtown, where the presence of such a concept, and the warm atmosphere of a coffee shop comforted us. Port Angeles is a strange place, in that it is by all appearances, a city. Except that no one is in the city, and everything is closed by 6 PM, which is when we found ourselves put out
on the street. Neither of us wanted to bicycle any more that day, but we had differing opinions of which solution would be best for us. I either wanted to head up to Port Townsend for a party at Corvus' house, a 50ish mile ride, or get as far into Hood Canal as we could before we could no longer stand to be on a bike. Chris though we should just go until we found a suitable place to camp, and go to sleep. We rock, paper, scissorsed over it, and Chris won, however about ten miles out of Port Angeles he suggested that we just ride all the way back to Olympia that night. I was all for it, and we rode faster than we had ridden on the whole rest of the trip, despite being completely devoid of energy a mere hour before. Unfortunately, I have lost my rear light on my adventures the previous day, and Chris, acting as the voice of reason insisted we stop a little outside Sequim, so as to not die, or something similar. We were both pretty haggard at this point, so we just dragged our bikes down a wooded hill, through bushed, and over fallen branches until we found a space large enough for the tent. We set up, got in or sleeping bags, and passed out almost immediately.

Friday March 26th, 2010

We woke up sometime in the pre-noon, and were greeting by a state trooper while we were packing up. He advised us to leave as soon as possible, because our camping may have been illegal depending on if it was public land or not. Not that we needed him to tell us, but we got moving right quick, and rode a short ways to Blyn, where we enjoyed a breakfast of more or our bean/cheese/onion/bread concoction outside a store. As we were eating, a pack chatty of retirees, clad primarily in lycra, and riding an odd assortment of pedal powered vehicles, including three tricycles, two full suspension mountain bikes, a titanium road bike, and a sub 20-pound,  steel Lemond happened upon us. They were all very interested in what Chris and I were doing. Some of them either had plans to tour, or had toured recently themselves. They were darling creatures, and we discussed many things, including the weight of Long Haul Truckers, tour routes, and the compatibility often involved with mixing Ultegra shifters with Dura-Ace Derailleurs, which one woman's husband had had a bike shop do to her bike. Apparently the bike was not shifting very well, so Chris and I took a look at it and concluded that the problem was a combination of a terribly dry chain, and improper indexing of the shifters. We gave her some Boeshield, and some advice, before we all had to be on out way. I find it very discouraging that the only bike shop available to some people is either incompetent, dishonest, or both. Chris and I discussed opening up or own shop in that area, but decided that we would rather not live there. We finally left Blyn at around 3 in the afternoon, and just kept riding. The constant, tiny hills on the hood canal wore us out, but we persevered into the night. A few miles before Shelton a feeling of immense happiness came over me. My whole body felt fantastic, as is I could just keep riding all night, and I rode on faster and faster, giggling, and cackling madly. I shot up hills at what felt like the fastest speed I had ever gone uphill in my life. Chris did not appear to feel the same. We made it back to Olympia at around 10:30 PM. Chris went home to sleep. I went and found Tanner, and together we ventured downtown for some Vegetarian hotdogs. Then went home, hit the bed, and immediately passed out. Tour completed!

 I win!

I call the trip a whopping success. I feel completely rejuvenated, and healthful. I am filled with life. My big, heavy bicycle feels like a light, tight geometried racing machine, without all the bags. I intend to do this sort of thing more often.


Can’t We All Just Get Along?

by Max Shalitmontagne on March 12, 2010

Every year I am routinely shocked and awed by the shit-storm of arguments, anger, and name calling that arises from the existence of the Fucking Hills Race. For those of you who do not know what the FHR is it is a "race" put on by Point 83, a Seattle based bike "club" whose members generally likes beer and having fun. The "race" "happens" to be on the same day, time, and course of the Chilly Hilly, a Seattle based bike club that is responsible for tons of good bicycle advocacy, and organizes rides like the STP and the Chilly Hilly.

So here's the skinny: the Chilly Hilly is a 30ish mile ride around Bainbridge Island. It costs about 30 dollars, which gets you a fancy number to put on your bike, and access to several food stops along the route, it also pays for the event permits, and support vehicles and for Cascade to do all the great stuff they do. At the end there is a chili feed, which you do have to pay extra for, I'm pretty sure the money goes to some sort of good cause. Alot of people feel that a $30ish is too much money to pay to ride on public roads, that the loop is short enough that food stops and support are unnecessary, and that there is too much spandex formality about the Chilly Hily. That's where the FHR comes is the FRH is something like $7, plus the cost of a ferry ticket, beer is imbibed along the route, and sweet prizes and free chili are given out at the end. In my experience the FHR riders refrain from using any of Cascade's resources (other than the partially close roads,) and are generally pretty respectful and safe.

Alot of Cascadians have taken the FHR as an attack on their organization, and are all in a huff around the time of the Chilly Hilly, accusing FRHers of being  "parasites," and of "usurping the ride" (if you want the bloody details check out the Cascade Forum: people say some really mean things there.) There is some really shocking animosity towards  Point 83 from members of Cascade that I think drives people away. I used to be a ride ref for Cascade Rides, but vowed never to do that again after I was told I cold not both Ref a Ride, and fly a pirate flag. That sort of attitude is bullshit: it divides people, and has severely turned me off of Cascade rides in general. I feel that if a person wants to ride a bike for any reason, even if they don't pay for the privelage Cascade should encourage them, or at least not hate on them so severely. I think some people, including many Cascadians become really concerned with riding right, and that this mentality often gets in the way of riding.

As far as I can see the FHR has now negative affect on the Chilly Hilly, and neither Cascade nor the Cascade riders suffer  from it other than maybe a little emotional distress. The FRH might take advantage of the roads that are semi-closed due purely to the mass numbers of cyclists, and maybe the people who can afford it should be paying for both rides, but is it really that big of a deal? It seems to me that with only minor difference both events are intended encourage bicycle culture, and fun. If that's the goal doesn't everyone win with both rides happening? We are all part of the cycling community, I think we need to get less bent out of shape over minor differences and disagreements, and spend more time time riding, having a good time, and maybe getting a little bent out of shape over car culture? Seriously, where's the solidarity, where's the community, where's the love. Shouldn't a mutual fondness for bikes bring us together, rather that divide us? I think it should.

In related news, recent soft, student occupations of Evergreen facilities have created a similar situation at the college: a group of indivuals using a larger, not all bad organization's space for their own, not entirely sinister purposes. In the case of the HCC occupation, a group of autonomous, student individuals seized control of the HCC (Evergreen's community center,) and kept it open all day and night for a weekend. Everyone was allowed to come and go freely, excpt cops, and administration. Everyone had different reasons for participating, but in general the goal was to raise awareness of recent budget cuts, problems within the Evergreen administration, and show the power of students to get shit done. The space was used for almost constant workshops, discussions, and dance parties. At night there were movies, and free meals were provided to everyone who wanted some throughout the occupation.

The event made a lot of people really angry for a variety of reasons I cannot understand well enough to convey in writing. I feel like even if you disagree with the motives, and perhaps you couldn't buy something at the corner store you really wanted for a day, the occupation was not a big enough deal to warrent such distain. In my opinion we all need to chill out. We need to let the little stuff go, and save our anger for the big things, like people dying in the Middle East, or our severely fucked up health care system. Please stop the fighting. Can't we all just get along?


Sprint Race

by Max Shalitmontagne on February 25, 2010

The greatest sprint race I have ever organized took place today. We had a pretty good turn out of seven whole people, that's two more than the last race. Everyone kicked a ton of ass, and probably confused a lot of people in Red Square. The results are as follows.

1st (TESC Sprint Champion)- Travis "The Nut Grinder" Skinner

2nd (First Non-Race Bike)- Steve "Retro-Grouch" Somethingorother

3rd (First Fixed)- Max "Me" Shalitmontagne

4th (First Awesome Internally Geared Super Commuter)- Ponquam (I don't know how to spell your name)

5th/6th (First Tandem)- Greg and Katie?

7th (DFL/First Single Speed Granny Geared, Brakes Rubbing, Mountain Bike)-                                             Kevin "The Crock-Pot Maniac" Haaga


Here the racers prepare themselves mentally for the race of a lifetime.

Given what I saw at today's event, I think that 700c wheels, skinny, treadless tires, and a high gearing might give a person an advantage in a road race. Perhaps sometime soon we will see this novel concept adopted by professionals.

Here we can see Sprintmaster Travis relaxing after a trying effort. Looking for someone to sponsor Velocity?

Stay tuned for more events including a Crazy Ass Close Proximity Checkpoint Race, Oly to Sea Town Race, and an End of Quarter Race. Also, a Midnight Mystery Ride may soon start happening on Saturdays, as well as on Oly Chapter of Humpday Hustle (We ride fast, and we ride Wednesday.)

And don't forget, Friday Rides are still happening. Meet at the shop at 1:30, leave after 1:30. Look at all the fun we had last time:IMG_0135
Isn't Kevin just darling? On this particular ride we put on about 30 miles according to Micheal's cyclometer. Not all rides are that long, we ride as far as the group wants, as fast as the group wants, don't be afraid to show up, we won't leave you behind, and we'll try not to be too intense, although Micheal will probably be carrying a trailer with 60lbs of dumbbells for the sake of carrying 60 lbs of dumbbells.



by Max Shalitmontagne on February 23, 2010

Do you like bikes? Do like looking awesome? If one or both of the answers were yes, then you should probably pierce your ear with a sharpened spoke, and then shove the outer part of a wheel through the hole. That’s what Daniel and I did and we are sooooo happy.


Daniel has removed his ear decoration and is allowing the hole to heal shut, because he hates bikes and fun, but mine is still in and going strong.


If you want to make your own, all you have to do is cut a spoke and then sharpen it with an angle grinder, the heat will sterilize it. Next, shove it through you ear lobe. Be careful not to accidentally pin your thumb to your ear, that can be a bit awkward. Then cut about three inches off the threaded end of a spoke, and file it until it has a mild point that will help it go in. Make sure to bend and cut it to the shape you want before putting it in your ear, because doing it once it is in sucks. It is both difficult and painful.

Ta Da! Now you have your very own spoke earing. You can attach chunks of rim to your head using only a nipple. I use the pieces of Deep-Vs Velocity sent us. They are all different colors and if I ever feel like selling out I could even have an earring with “Velocity” written all over it. Sweet.