Monthly Archives: February 2006

Death Before Dishonor

The Dragon is dead. We pursued the seatpost extraction to the other side and beyond, resulting in a fatal wound to the seat tube. At least I can now grieve.

It was a hell of a bike, and we covered a lot of ground together. The BigRingCircus was born under the shadow of that bike, and its legacy is duly recorded in these annals.

Tsali, NC
Pisgah, NC
Dauset, GA
Ocoee Heritage, GA
Oak Mountain, AL
Santos, FL
Razorback, FL
San Felasco, FL
White Springs, FL

And of course, all the local hits.

Pour some out for the Jamis Dragon tonight, it had a hell of a career.

Now available in full suspension!

-Juancho

My Mail-Order Bride

The trouble with a mail-order bride is you don’t have the opportunity to see if you are compatible together. You can check the stats and specs, judge if she’s pretty from the picture in the catalogue, but it is still a gamble. If both of you are genuine in your desire to be together, than you can stick it out and fumble through the awkward conversations as you struggle to find a common language.

This is what the www.jamisbikes.com/bikes/05_xcexpert.html and I went through over the weekend. An awkward honeymoon.

Nothing will ever be the same. the main issue seems to be the height of the cockpit, or handlebars. I put her in heels, then I put her in boots, and now I’ve got her barefoot, and of course, that’s how I like her best.

Don’t y’all worry, I’m in this relationship for the long haul.

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Thanks again to Dr. D for an insightful perspective on a big old gangly Midwest city. I encourage you to continue the conversation as long as you like in the comments section below. Urban renewal, civic pride, and the shifting economic trends that affect them are interesting topics and people will think we’re a real smart bunch over here at the BRC. I may even pass out some honorary degrees.

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And here’s a big shout-out to Apebike, who may be lurking out there. He’s 245 lbs of Tallahassee bike legendry, and a Joe’s Bike Shop alumni. If he plays his cards right he just might get nominated to the Clydesdale Hall of Fame.

And that’s a wrap!

Juancho

Detroit: City of Hope


Regular reader, Dr. Detroit, submitted the following thought-provoking essay of his new city on the eve of Superbowl XL. Enjoy!

When I was asked to provide some “man on the street” perspective about Detroit to the BRC community my first thought was to explore themes of fear, hate and anger.

There are still visible reminders of the riots that happened almost 30 years ago and many Detroit residents still hold grudges. As a newcomer it is difficult to penetrate all this history and bad blood.

My next inclination was to turn my thoughts to themes of loneliness and despair.

For you see, Detroit is a city on the decline.

In 1950 Detroit had over two million residents but today there are less than 900,000. To those left behind you can imagine them proclaiming “where did everyone go?”. The term “urban farming” has been bandied about as a way to make use of the vast tracts of unused land. This latest exodus can’t even be described as “white flight” because the white people left years ago. No, today it is the middle class blacks fleeing oppressive taxes and urban blight in hopes of finding something better in Taylor, Livonia, or Troy.

Despair seems to be hopelessly associated with Detroit because of the auto industry. Outsiders fail to grasp the interconnectedness of southeast Michigan with cars. With each new headline proclaiming another parts supplier bankruptcy or Big Three layoff you can almost hear the collective groan emitted from the city. These people are little prepared to face the economy of the 21st century. Most have only a high school education.

The strangeness lies in the fact that this has been enough here for generations. Everyone here has a “cottage” “up north”. We have more boat registrations than Florida. Life is good for the current crop of auto worker but they don’t connect their bloated pay with the decline of the auto industry. But life moves on, with or without Michigan. I don’t think we have hit the bottom yet.

But now, finally, I will settle on the true theme of this missive. That theme is HOPE. Why hope? Because the Super Bowl is in town and a fresh feeling is in the air. My office is right downtown, One Woodward Avenue. I have witnessed the transformation taking place firsthand. New sidewalks. New facades. People are starting to trickle back. Loft housing is popping up everywhere. . A vibrant theatre district and gleaming new sports stadiums. The casinos are all building new hotels. Funky restaurants are opening; the roads are slowly being fixed. The riverfront is slated for redevelopment. Everywhere you look are signs of hope.

If you could describe Detroit with two words it would be pride and insecurity. Even with all the issues I have touched on (and I barely scratched the surface) Detroiters remain fiercely proud. Now, with the world watching, the unspoken question is “Will they like me”? Early signs are good. My hometown of Jacksonville was ravaged in the press last year when the Super Bowl came to town but I haven’t seen anything close to this with regards to Detroit.

So, dear BRC readers, don’t feel sorry for Detroit. The city is turning a corner. The pieces are in place to reverse recent history. The Super Bowl is in town and Detroit is a great place to throw a party. Hope is in the air.

Go Lions!

Armed & Dangerous


Here’s a photo of me on my new bike- out for a soul ride.

I am now squared away on a 2005 Dakar XC Expert, and I think I’m going to like it.

http://www.jamisbikes.com/bikes/05_xcexpert.html

As always, I am indebted (quite literally) to Joe of Joe’s Bike Shop www.joesbikeshop.net
for understanding that I can’t not have a quality ride. This is my fifth Jamis since 1988, and my 3rd bike from Joe, although he had a hand in the other 2 deals one way or another. Now he has moved another notch up the “people I would have to take a bullet for” list.

Now that the PSA’s are over, let me address this road bike thing.

It is not about the workout for ‘Tops and S’quatch. Those guys prefer to ride the road because it keeps them in cell tower or payphone range so they can call on their wives to pick them up when they: cramp up, get lost, have a devastating mechanical like a flat tire, or it starts raining.

I was riding “10 speeds” back when the housing looped up above the bars and you had to move your hand to shift. I get it, trust me. I used to chase Dogboy up and down Tram road. The Silver Lake Triathlon. Innovation Park Crits. Me going back to road bikes would be about as ridiculous as Lebron James going back to high school basketball.

I have evolved man.

Juancho erectus



I don’t even know where I am

I’m somewhere in GA, off I-20, but it just occured to me I couldn’t tell you what town this is. The Atlanta sprawl crawls out like kudzu, and it will eventually blanket the South if left unchecked. I’m coming home today, but I have a lot to do first- things like put pants on, admire Soledad O’Brien for another 24 minutes, find the other sock, and pull the plastic La Quinta blanket over my head one more time for a snooze.

I’m hoping for a Super-banging expose on Detroit and other Yankee stuff from Dr. D. If I get something I will post it immediately. I love having company at the Circus.

Quote of the year from one of my so-called friends…

Juancho- “I think I’ll have a new bike soon if all goes as planned”.

Jerk-off- “Good, maybe you’ll get back into riding”.

This is how I’m treated while the Dragon clings to life in ICU.

Life working on the road is hard I tell you, Soledad’s calling.