Running and cycling take up a really big chunk of my time. If I'm not working or sleeping, I'm probably running or riding. Or reading, talking or writing about running and riding. I don't claim to be a master of either, but I do my best to be as good as I can while juggling work and life.
It's the things I read and the people I meet that keep the fire burning in me to be better and go further. To spend longer in the saddle, to push past the point where I want to stop and find out what happens next...
One of my favourite reads in the cycling department that fuels this fire very well is Rouleur.
Although I'm more of the off road persuasion, the photography and the stories in these pages will stir any rider.
Back to my emails.
His company makes anything out of composites. From art work, to bits for architects to stuff for racing.
My shoes busted last week and a bit gutted (cause they still had miles left in them) I ordered more shoes.
When he saw my busted shoes on the blog he mailed and offered a kind repair.
I posted them Wednesday and Nigel applied a flexible bond and they arrived today with both soles fully rebonded to the uppers.
Perfectly good shoes will now carry on perfectly as hack shoes.
Thank you very much Darren and Nigel, I am wearing them tonight.
- Posted by will
- 6 April 2011
Our newest team member on the BMX side of things is Lawrence Williams aka Pipe. Pipe is a dab hand on a 20" bike and also with a shovel. He has been making the most of the lighter nights and warmer weather and starting to make preparations for the summer. A new set of trials are in the making and there is much work to be done. BMXers willing to devote so much precious time off the bike and in the mud are seemingly on the wane but the commitment to the jumps is not in short supply here. The big earth moving jobs are done but the time consuming job of shaping these mounds into works of art will consume the spring. We look forward to seeing the fruits of his labour......
Here's a book list for all the bums out there. For the vagabonds and hobos. For the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles - exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centrelight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"
These are the travel books I read and re-read. I fold down corners and scribble notes. They remind me that, above everything else, the things that make me happiest in life are big skies, sunsets, sleeping on beaches, the potential of the open road, and the random exciting strangers you meet along that road.
Travels With Charley - John Steinbeck
Steinbeck travels round America with his dog, Charley.
“When the virus of restlessness begins to take possession of a wayward man, and the road away from here seems broad and straight and sweet, the victim must find in himself a good and sufficient reason for going. This to the practical bum is not difficult."
Also in this book is a paragraph I often think I'd like to have on my gravestone:
“For I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I’ve lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.”
Walden, or Life in the Woods - Henry David Thoreau
Over-read, over-worshipped and quite boring in parts. But the essence of it resonates loudly: a simple life, in tune with nature and with few possessions, is often a happy and rewarding one.
"I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life..." and "The prospect of what is euphemistically termed “settling down”, like mud to the bottom of a pond, might perhaps be faced when it became inevitable, but not yet awhile."
I also like his assertion that "What old people say you cannot do - try - and find that you can."
Roughing It - Mark Twain
Huckleberry Finn should feature in any list like this, but it's so obvious that instead I've picked this lesser-known gem from Twain. You can read the book online here.
"It is a record of several years of variegated vagabondizing, and its object is rather to help the resting reader while away an idle hour than afflict him with metaphysics, or goad him with science."
On the Road - Jack Kerouac
I first read this book in San Francisco where I was bewitched by a hippy girl with long dreadlocks and shining eyes. I also had to pause a few weeks to watch a crunch football match on TV. It ended badly (the football match): Leeds were relegated. But hey, “I felt like a million dollars; I was adventuring in the crazy American night”. And I had discovered an author who, although mad and quite annoying at times, really managed to capture the zinging love for life of all good wandering souls, the mad ones I plagiarised in the opening paragraph.
"What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies." And what more do we yearn for but "a fast car, a coast to reach, and a woman at the end of the road"?
Dharma Bums - Jack Kerouac
Kerouac gets two mentions in this piece as I conceived the idea for it whilst reading Dharma Bums in a drab business-hotel on an overnight stay to give a lecture. The grim irony was not lost on me. Kerouac's fictional hero heads into the wild for a simple life and to find himself. I'm not struck on the religiose Buddhist side to the book but I love the young man heading up Matterhorn mountain, discovering the thrill of sleeping on mountains, drinking from ice cold creeks and turning his back on "middle class non-identity which usually finds its perfect expression in rows of well-to-do houses with lawns and television sets in each living room with everybody looking at the same thing and thinking the same thing at the same time while the Japhies of the world go prowling in the wilderness".
As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning - Laurie Lee
I don't know how often I have eulogised this book. I do know that it's my favourite piece of travel writing. Young man + violin, busking and walking his way across Spain. Cheap wine, dark-eyed girls, and sleeping under the stars. The life of a happy vagabond.
“It was for this I had come: to look out on a world for which I had no words; to start at the beginning, speechless and without plan, in a place that still held no memories for me.”
A Time of Gifts - Patrick Leigh Fermor
Travelling on foot, sleeping in hayricks and castles "like a tramp, a pilgrim, or a wandering scholar", Paddy Fermor's walk across Europe inspired me to try to combine the life of a wandering hobo with also using my brain and retaining my curiosity. He was expelled from school and I have long-loved a phrase from his school report that makes for a wonderful epitaph to work towards: "he is a dangerous mixture of sophistication and recklessness".
The Happiest Man in the World - Poppa Neutrino
So bonkers was Poppa's life that I felt sure I was reading a work of fiction until I checked him out on Google. Anyone who sails the Atlantic Ocean on a raft made of junk and also manages an obituary in the New York Times (link) is clearly a fascinating person.
From that piece: "A lifelong wanderer, he developed a philosophy that emphasized freedom, joy, creativity and antimaterialism, a creed expressed in the rafts he built from discarded materials."
The Gentle Art of Tramping - Stephen Graham
The post I wrote about this book on my own blog (link) recently clearly struck a chord - it was my most viewed post of the year. Dating back to 1927 it is a fabulous How-To guide to becoming a wanderer, a vagrant, a hobo.A brilliant addition to any vagabond’s library.
A couple of snippets for you:
• The less you carry the more you will see, the less you spend the more you will experience.
• In tramping you are not earning a living, but earning a happiness.
Hopping Freight Trains in America - Duffy Littlejohn
I’ve always dreamed of hopping onto a freight train in America, rumbling thousands of miles from coast to coast, reading Kerouac and Huck Finn, hiding from cartoonish guards and learning the ropes from vagabonds.
This is a how-to book for dreamers. I don't suppose now I actually will hop a train: the post-9/11 world makes it even harder than ever. So I suppose I'll have to live with this stinging rebuke, “Sure, you can pay Amtrak to haul you across the country with a bunch of blue-haired old ladies. Or you can grow some balls and hop a train.”
The Way of the World - Nicolas Bouvier
The tale of two young Swiss men who take to the road, driving east to Afghanistan in the 1950s. They fund their search for new experiences by writing articles and painting. A beautifully written book. "Traveling outgrows it's motives. It soon proves sufficient in itself. You think you are making a trip, but soon it is making you - or unmaking you." "We denied ourselves every luxury except one, that of being slow."
The book's epigraph is an apt conclusion for this entire list of books, "I shall be gone and live, or stay and die."
The ones on the left that people guard with their life. The thing they choose write with every day. The pen of choice in every meeting. Kept in their draw, never on their desk. And never lent out.
The ones on the right always go missing through neglect. No one ever knows where. And we have to buy another box.
I estimate we use 1 loved pen to every 10 unloved pens.
What ever you buy, buy something that you love. If you love it you will care for it.
Make sure it is made well. If you love it you won't want it to wear out.
Made to last the duration. One day landfill will be landfull.
Made to do what it say is does, perfectly. Then you won't want to replace it.
Buy well, buy once.
Ok so you've all seen the posts from Ade, Ruben and Hicksey about their lunch time adventures and yeah us girls in the office tend not to have regular sweaty escapades in our lunch hour (the boys don't bother with showers afterwards where as us girls like to, I think) but anyway Hollie has been out running after work, Kim has got her bike out and has been riding the long way home and we have been planning on going out for a luch time ride when dogs, work schedule, illness and punctures get in the way (like last few weeks).
Today I knew it was going to be glorious and even though I was shattered this morning after being out on my bike several times after work this week I just had to bring it to work for a lunch time ride.
I sussed out a route with Ade and off I set in the hot sun.
I hadn't done the route before, I didn't know where the hills were or where to turn but I had my trusty phone with me with GPS location services (very helpful as I could have ended up in Aberporth) and my camera.
The sun was hot.
I definitely didn't need a jacket or leggings 2 merino tops and shorts were fine :-)
I really need to practice getting out of the saddle going up big hills.
Lunch tasted better than usual.
The view was great.
The smell of cows and muck was really strong down the track lane which Ade told me not to go down.
Looking forward to riding more at lunch times this summer
When I got back I was sweaty....
... and I didn't have a shower :-)
David 'Hicksy' Hicks leaves howies today, heading back up to his home in Bonnie Scotland.
He has been our logistics and shipping guy for the last three years (and token Scotsman). I will personally miss having him as my workmate, housemate & teammate, although my productivity levels will probably go through the roof now that I don't have anyone to talk about bikes and stuff with.
Here's a goodbye from Hicks himself:
Cya David, Cardigan Bay will miss you.
(PS. As you are moving to one of the UK's best mountain biking areas, you better get a comfy sofa. I will be visiting).