an extra with a camera... I was just an extra with a kid

aaron... thanks for the photo.

aaron was there with his bike and his camera
I was there with my kid

this is just another shot from the Chasing Legends photo-shoot in Georgetown
me in the foreground
my son Grant in the background
all for the opening of a documentary on The Tour de France

gwadzilla and chasing legends

I never really cared... but here it is

The BIKE SNOB reveals his identity


this man reveals more than his identity!

the hover parent and the Tom Sawyer Huck Finn Experience

ah... "the secret spot"
"that secret rope swing"
fun without that government stamp of approval
no helmets... no pads... no award from the CPSC
in fact... this activity would be RECALLED if "the man were to witness it"
this hidden rope swing would be cut down if "the man" were to find it

but honestly... there are more dangerous things in this world
our kids are at greater risk of getting hit by a car in the crosswalk than getting hurt on the rope swing
yet I know that "the man" would work to protect us from ourselves
that is why the secret spot is kept secret

ah... memories of the rope swing on Brickyard Road

not sure why there are no photos of Dean on the rope swing

WABA is already prepping for The 2010 WABA Gala and Auction

The 2010 WABA Gala and Auction

in Colorado you may have the mountains in the background... while in DC

when in Colorado you may have the Rocky Mountains in the background
while in DC you may have the monuments in the background

Phoenix Bikes is having a BIKE SHOW in early April


Reko and his bike... another photo from a few years back

Reko and his bike
this old disc is a symbol that I may have photos from a previous era worth adding to this book project

now... I need to locate high resolution originals
who knows... these images may be somewhere I can find them
these image may be on one of the hard drives that I appear to be dead

Traffic Calming on the Mount Vernon Bike Path

what is this?
the Hump Bridge?
(I think Lady Bird Johnson has a reputation for being a hump park... but we would have to ask Larry Craig about that)

while there is construction on the "hump bridge" there is a traffic calming effort on each side of the path before the bridge

I wonder if the Wash Cycle already posted something about this

What can we do?

I just read an article that says that this is going to be a tough year for the Monarch Butterfly
over the past few years I have read similar things about the decline of the Monarch Butterfly population

what can we do?
my thought...
there can be gardens planted to host the butterflies
how hard could that be?

News Story about Monarch Butterflies being scarce this spring

Monarch Butterflies on the Wiki Page


The Story of Stuff... I have too much stuff...

The Story of Stuff
The Story of Stuff Blog
The Story of Stuff in The Washington Post

the other day while riding my bike I laughed to myself as I pedaled past one of those self storage places
I laughed to myself about the expense people go through to hang onto their stuff
I laughed to myself because I am one of those people who has too much stuff
I laughed to myself because I know the pleasure of purging yet I suffer the pain and discomfort of hoarding

it was an awkward laugh
it was not at all comedic laugh
it was a laugh to myself
that knowing laugh
that laugh that says... okay... enough is enough... get rid of some shit

a long time ago
in my life before marriage, home ownership, and kids I worked as a mover
Gulliver's Movers in Arlington... their offices were in the same building as Dischord Records
that information about DIschord Records is unrelated... but thought I would add it just the same
as a mover I witnessed people boxing crap and moving crap from one place to another
some people would take unused stuff from one basement only to shuffle the boxes from one shadowy corner to another
then there were other people who would put stuff into storage
only to pay to hold onto stuff that they may be better off throwing away
very few people threw stuff away
most people were eager to hang onto their stuff
even if they were not using
even if they had not used that stuff for some time
even if they did not plan on using that stuff for some time

all that stuff is shit

sadly... I am no different
although I have the insight that if I lived without it for a year then I do not need it
somehow I am unable to get rid of all my "shit"
yes... I have all sorts of "shit"
I have way too much shit
I am always tripping over shit I have not used or needed in years

bicycle shit alone... I have too much shit
so much shit... lots of 26 inch wheel shit
lots of low end shit I will never ride again shit
parts... parts... and more parts
then wheels... wobbly wheels... wheels with worn hubs
wheels that have not been ridden in many years
wheels that may never be ridden again
some wheels that will more than likely never be right enough to roll again

there is more than just bike shit

in addition to bicycle shit... I have tons of shit
tons of shit that has not been used in years
much of that shit will never be used
some of that shit has sentimental value
nothing more than sentimental value

in addition to the shit and stuff that may contain some sort of sentimental value that is all sorts of stuff that I have... just in case... well... not just in case... but I have this stuff so that I can use it in some sort of project
lots of the bicycle stuff is held onto with the dream of future projects
dreams of bicycle projects

there are dreams of bakfiets and dreams of a fixed 69er for riding off road
there are dreams of wind chimes and dreams of other art related projects
dreams and heaps of bicycle shit
bicycle shit that I trip over
loads of bicycle shit that just takes up space

sadly... my shit is not just bicycle shit
I have all sorts of shit
shit from childhood
shit from college
shit I bought to make my life better
shit I have never used
shit that I will never use

although I lack the strength to do a massive purge
I have been starting to try to organize and purge
the other day when I paid a few guys to haul away some construction debris from when my deck tore off the back of my house during the SNOWPOCALYPSE I also passed off a box of clothing
shirts, pants, and sweaters that have not been in the rotation for a while

enough on this... just read that article in The Washington Post and could not help but rant about it
enough on this rant
cleaning the garage or cleaning the basement should not be such a psychological struggle
it should just be a matter of clearing out what I do not need and organizing what I want
want of course including some stuff that I do not need but can not part with

I am not such a fan of the faux trolley... I find it to be a tad corny

more than just bikes... bicycle culture and urban culture without mention of the bikes...

can someone help me out with this blues master's name?
ron sales? robert sales?
anyone? anyone?

tommy... a local fixture
a dc fashion icon
using the sidewalks as his runway
RuPaul has nothing on him
Ron Paul has nothing on him

as much as I like to capture the activity of the bicycle culture
I am also interested in the urban culture as a whole


I am almost willing to buy one just to get someone like Cargo Mike or Tar to give it an honest test ride and product review

Walmart is selling a FIXED GEAR BIKE for 150 Bucks!?!?!?
Joe... say it ain't so!

I would consider buying one of these to get someone like Cargo Mike or Tar to give it an honest test ride and review
I say either or because I am not sure it would survive the test ride of either rider


it may be a marketing tool... but it is still cool even if it is just the GOOGLE RANKS

I am not sure what exactly this is
but a site for Environmental Science Degrees has posted a list
55 Bicycle Sites to Go Green and Get Fit

it is a great list
it is a great collection of links
it is cool to have Gwadzilla make the list

give it a visit and see if it points you in the direction of a bicycle blog that you can not believe you never heard of before

I wonder if the person who posted this lost the weight they were trying to lose?

Cherry Blossoms... two or three days till the explosion peaks

always good to get on the bike
it is always better on the bike
I did not want to get on the bike
there was a window of opportunity yet little motivation and zero desire

yet... I suited up and FOUGHT BACK THE FUNK


trying to make good use of my time

after a morning of working on my resume and looking for jobs I decided to get on the bike
I had wanted to go mountain biking on this day yet I did not have enough time for putting
the bike on the car and driving somewhere
it was vital to be home in time to get my deal together to grab the kids from school

there was little or no desire to ride
I fought the malaise
I ignored my demons
I fought the funk
and like a good little cyclist I suited up and got on my bike
ah... it is always better on the bike

ten minutes into the ride and I was feeling good

I was right where I needed to be

took a short loop where I pointed north on Beach Drive only to jump onto The Capital Crescent Trail
spun down the Capital Crescent trail with little or no drama

while under Whitehurst Freeway on K Street in Georgetown I decided that I would continue my ride

so instead of heading home I crossed over Key Bridge over to the Mount Vernon Trail where I could get a look to see if the Cherry Blossoms were in bloom
from across the river I could see a
hint of pink

over the 14th Street Bridge and over to the Jefferson Memorial
there I paused with the camera
asking strangers to snap a quick shot of me from various perspectives

leaving the area I posed with a Park Service employee
her reaction was rough and rigid when I pulled her close

I asked her about the Park Service Trike and how I thought they could use more of them

she asked why and disagreed
I told her riding was better than walking
she said they had bikes
like magic another Park Service employee rolled on bike
this man disproving her point
sure he was on a bike... but he was riding awkwardly with all sorts of parcels, packages, and bags
this guy cruised through like a crazy homeless person in need of a bike rack

the trike has a wonderful rear basket

this guy is headed for disaster
a slight breeze and he is going to find a plastic bag in his front wheel and his body going over the falls

after this last set of shots the camera was back in the bag and I was back on the bike
my effort to get in a ride was over
but I still had to get home
had to get home and get the car so I could go get the kids from school

at the corner of 15th and Constitution I saw an interesting site
it was an adult man on what looked like a pink version of the Green Machine

I knew immediately what I was looking at
from across this very busy intersection it was clear that the driver of this pink green machine recognized me

it was Peter Beers a cyclists that I have come to know through various electronic forms of communication

although we had come to know each other
I am pretty sure that we had actually never met
except for in the electronic world

we exchanged hellos
not having much time I asked Peter if he had a second to pose for the camera
he did... we crossed the street to put the Washington Monument in the background of the shots

we spoke fast and covered a variety of topics

I made a quick inspection of this interesting machine
I watched as Peter maneuvered this three wheeled bicycle on the wide sidewalk
after hellos and goodbyes and a few photographs I was back on the bike again with the camera back in the bag
rushed the final miles home so that I could step out of my cycling gear and into street clothes

I grabbed the boys from school with the dog in the car
we went to a friend of my younger son's for an uninvited visit
this family is Italian
it is my understanding that their European sensibilities would not mind "the pop in"
after the kids played a bit I took the boys into the woods of Rock Creek Park so the dog could stretch his legs and pop a squat

as we walked I accessed the land around me
I looked at the wasteland that is The Glover Archibald Trail
invasive plants were strangling indigenous plants
errosion left large sections of land barren
on each side of the trail that bisects the foot trail appeared to be enough land to build a winding trail that meanders about
cutting through kudzo and other invasive plants
enough space for nice winding trails to give runners, walkers, dog walkers, and cyclist a place to get a taste of nature in the city

after our hike which I claimed to be short we went to Cactus Cantina
getting the boys home after mom got home from her PTA meeting
I was not in trouble
but it was the boys' bedtime

addiction... some of us have to ride

I think that this person has a bicycle problem
I think he is a pedal-aholic
I think he has some sort of cycle addiction

my thought... it is not a problem if he can afford all of these toys

are bikes expensive?
maybe... maybe not
there is the thought of investing in yourself
the benefits of cycling have a ripple effect through our lives

ran into peter as he was starting his evening commute home
while I was just finishing a short afternoon ride

I like it...

do them make these in kid sizes?
how about onsies and bibs?

Cancer is Bitch! F_CK CANCER!

Cancer is a Bitch!
excuse my language
but I can not contain myself

last month an old friend lost his battle with cancer
he put up a good fight and beat the odds
living longer than the doctors expected
if there is life after death... I hope it has bicycles
if not... then there is only hell and no heaven

anyone heard or seen Harper?

last time I ran into Harper he was in treatment for cancer
his outlook was positive
that was years ago
hope he is well and healing fast
if you see him or hear from him can you send him my well wishes

these photos must be four or five years old...

where are then now?
who were they then?
who are they now?


Some of the folks from WABA at the Congressional Bike Ride

an old set of photos... a nice document of a time not so long ago

I had words... the words are gone... but I still have images

yes... more photos from the somewhat rainy ride for the 2010 Congressional Bike Ride at The National Bike Summit

I hope everyone had as much fun as me
it is really fun to share the city of Washington DC with its visitors

yes... I hate tourists
but these are not tourists
these are visitors

some things turn out to be easier said then done...

oh man... oh man...
annoying this is annoying totally
F-ING annoying
for those that don't know
sometimes BLOGGER will remove the returns and clump my punctuationless rants into one large mass
this can happen when I
add images
this can happen when I save and return to edit
so... when adding images I do a quick
so my words are on the CLIPBOARD and I can paste them back the way I want them
but this does me no good when I do the save to return another day
that is why there are times when a rant is one garbled mess
usually I choose not to publish the garbled mess
usually I choose not to clean
up the garbled mess

I will try to do a quick clean up of this mess
if for no other reason that I want to post this set of images

I hate the use of cliche's even if they fit so well
this is one of those
times where it seems to fit a cliche is a sentence that is an idea that works like a word
this is a time when the idea is most easily described in a cliche

so... since the shoe fits... I am using a cliche

some things are easier said then done

this is one of those times so...
so I thought I would go through my old photos and build up a little photo book
took a look at BLURB Dot Com

then decided I would do it
first thing I had to do is accept that a few of my old hard drives are dead
dead with the images on them

what images are lost?

all sorts of images
a few years of images
images of bikes... images of my kids
hopefully I was saving some stuff on my home mac as well as on my kick around pc laptop
there are multiple external hard drives lots of hard drives with lots of photos
lots of photos

lots of bad photos and hopefully a few good ones

so far I have not really found any magical images
trying to find the really good ones
starting to throw out some really bad ones

but only the really really bad ones

there needs to be more quality control
quality control at all levels
it is important that I start taking less photos

take good photos and less bad photos
then delete more photos
post fewer photos

only post better photos

the captured moment of nothing is not entertaining me as much as it once was
need to try to be more selective
selective in the photos I take
more selective in the photos I
GB after GB of CRAP!
that will take a more conscious effort to compose better shots

recently I have been shooting more with the Rebel SLR
this camera lends itself to a different photo experience the Canon G10

the G10 is usually slung around the neck as I moved
always ready to snap
photos while I roll with the bike between my legs and the saddle underneath my seat
quick transition when I stop on the roadside
the Rebel SLR travels in a backpack in its camera bag
it would be too much to let
dangle around my neck
it would be too much of a risk to ride with this quality camera bouncing around like that

so... so I shoot differently and I shoot different things
the larger camera evokes a different response from the passing cyclist
I am less invisible
not that I was ever stealth before but the larger camera draws greater attention
an approaching cyclist may see this camera sooner which alters some of the candid potential of the process
that is all fine

that is just the way that it is

I was not looking for this old CD when I stumbled across this collection of old GWADZILLA images
it in fact I was looking for a DVD for my older son when I found these old GWADZILLA Images

each set tells a story a story of a different time a different camera and a different intention and a different effort on the computer in Photoshop
it is interesting...
lots of photos with bikes I can not remember the last time I took a bicycle without a person

the photo process has been a progression
the photo process is always a progression
the process changes
the whole experience changes

what are my current intentions with the camera?
what am I trying to capture?


some memories from these photographs...
the first shot is of the US Capitol Building
my previous job at CBS News had its interesting moments
as "the computer guy" I had to work on not just our machines in the Washington Bureau
but also all of our remote sites

which means I was in the White House, The Pentagon, SCOTUS, District Court, Department of Justice, and The US Capitol Building (just to name a few...)
I loved getting out of the office
almost always with the camera around my neck
unless in the Pentagon... no photos in the pentagon

political stickers... political times
funny... things are so quickly forgotten
for 8 years I was passed fast and close by SUVs with W Stickers
now I am being passed fast and close by Subarus and Priuses with Obama stickers

I look at every bike
I look at every cyclist

so often it looks like a person has no business being on a certain bike
an expensive bike that is ill fitting

an expensive bike in need of minor repair
this bike has a wheel that outweighs the value of he rest of the machine

a few years ago a DC Courier passed away

his death was not bicycle related
but his life was bicycle related

this man and his bike was on everyone's radar
you could not help but notice the man in full camo no matter the weather
you could not help but notice the man on the bike coated in masking tape

each SPOKE CARD tells a story
stories I do not know
stories that could most certainly fill an evening of beers

the SPOKE CARDS carry these stories and maintain the memories
much like these photographs


you may want to do a RIGHT CLICK and then select OPEN IN ANOTHER WINDOW
you do not want to miss when Tar passes on the bike

the kid has skills... mad skills

Lon at Dupont at lunch
the photo process is an interactive process
the camera gives me an excuse to approach a stranger
the camera has given me the chance to make strangers friends
I always look forward to my short exchanges with Lon


the bike with no rider interests me less than it once did
in the beginning I was more shy about photographing strangers
now I am more at home with it
I feel my effort is worthy of the occasional grunt or growl

outside of 12 New Hampshire capturing a shot of a messenger who is plotting his escape
escape to another part of the country to live a different life
I wonder what happened to him


I would add words to my images
that is Rod and that is Rod's ride
Rod was from the old school
mixing and matching messengering with making music

Lola in between runs
the messenger population is forever shrinking
the female presence is slight
the percentage may be the same
as there are fewer messengers
there are fewer female messengers

CHITO not liking his photo being taken
Chito accepting that I want to document his presence

lastly... Jesse and Chris