Pre-Ride – What do I think you should know and have

Me in a tent, somewhere in California in a closed camp site

As I you can tell by the first video…I had no idea what I was doing. I think the longest jaunt I ever took on the bicycle prior to day one of the trip was maybe 40 km. That was my first error of several.

If you are going to go on a tour, getting your body prepared is uber important. Now this has nothing to do with physical fitness per say. I don’t think you need to be in peak performance mode to do a bike tour. It’s not really a test of strength, but more so, it’s a test of endurance. By endurance I mean, how long you can stay comfortable and alert on your bike.  Lucky, my bum is made out of Tatinium, so my terribly wilted seat didn’t really bother me. For others, if your not use to sitting on something the shape of a smooshed banana for long hours it maybe a good thing to get use to. Because you’ll be sitting on that hard smooshed banana…a lot.  A don’t even think about getting a wider seat unless you are super bow legged. If your seat is too wide, your calves are going to gnawed down to the bone as they run against it.

Riding in a variety of environments is also important pre-bike tour. If you are just riding around your neighborhood, waving at all the friendly people you pass as you leisurely cruise around quiet streets, you are going to be painfully surprised when you realize that highways aren’t as quaint as the hood.  Loud trucks, construction, scary drivers and scary bikers as well as a tonne of other scary things are something you should get use to, because on a tour they are constant.

When it comes to gear, it really is up to you. People will advise you this way and that way, but it really comes down to what do you want. Do you want to cook? Are you going to want to tent? Do you need an outfit for everyday? These choices will greatly impact your choice in gear. One thing you want to make sure is that you get good gear that works well. I am not talking top of the line, sponsored by Nike, type deal, I am just basically pleading with you to do your research and make sure your gear isn’t going to fall apart in between No Where Ville and Lonely Town. Also, make sure that everything is attached to your bike properly. Loose screws are bad, but random things attached by bungee chords is just annoying. I did this for both bike tours I have done with water bottles. A story that will come up later is, that if someone is going to do this and you go on tour with them, be prepared to constantly stop so they can reload their gack. Also do NOT ride behind them, unless you’d like a sudden obstacle course laid out in front of you at possibly a very inappropriate time.

On that same line of thought, DON’T OVERPACK. You will see my backpack in the film. DON’T BRING A BACKPACK asides from a daypack! The unnecessary weight will make it feel like you are tandeming with sleeping sumo wrestler. It’s also hard to look up with a heavy backpack hitting your helmet onto your eyes.

You don’t need to necessarily plan where you are going, but plan where you are NOT going. Make sure if you are going somewhere, that you can do it and that all roads are good to get there by. As I learned from experience, logger roads are no fun when they are over 140km long to their final destination. I am directionally challenged, so I brought a GPS. I regret bringing it, as it kind of took a bit of the surprise out of where I was going. I kept looking at it’s countdown to see how many more kms I had to go before I could eat next, instead of my pedalling taking care of distance and my eyes focused on the scenery. Also maps are cool! And you can put them up on the wall later!

If clips don’t work for you, don’t use em. I learned that bike pants didn’t fit me comfortably, so I threw them away. I also hated the repetitive swooshing sound of rain gear, so I got rid of it as well.

And something that I think all touring cyclists should do: Keep a blog! Take notes! Bring writing gear! Film it! Your adventure may inspire someone else to go do it! I think even from the get go, the pre planning, the pre packing, take notes, write, so people can learn how they to can cycle wherever their hearts take them!

I will add some more ideas of pre-planning suggestions as they come to me as well as post a somewhat accurate list of what I brought on the trip with me and why.

My First Blog – Pre Trip

March 2nd, 2010

 

Well…

Here a I go into the world of blogdom. A chance for me, for once, to make sequitur observations about my day mixed with a dab of the opposite. Too much of anything of that nature would have people running to the hills…so they say.

The wind that blew the hooplah of the Olympics to our doorstep, seemed to have picked it up and moved it onto another’s doorstop, who whether they do or do not need it, have no choice to reap and weep the benefits of whatever toll it shall take. Very Mary Poppins of it, no? If only a spoonful of sugar would make such a medicine go down and if sugar is all we need to make this medicine go down, then I’d ask for a second opinion and be very skeptical that what we all swallowed was a big placebo.

No…I won’t be like that. Honestly, to lay it out flat, the Olympics came in to waves for me. The first was an utterly ultimate and complete discontent. I loathed the bus stop inserts saying “Go World” and held back the urge to sharpie in “Some Where Else”. I despised the Anime mascots, especially the bigfoot whose name sounded like everytime I said it I was referring to my junk with an odd Barbara Walter’s lisp.

Where was all this money coming from? Why is there a tent city in Vancouver? How can the arts celebrate the cultural Olympiad knowing that around the corner comes the biggest cuts to the arts in history? Why does Vancouver feel like Big Brother is watching me as I sit slumped in a chipper drunken state on the bus, and that he’s taking notes!?

The second part of me, the second wave, which came about a week into the games came as a shock. Someone, someone dear to me, said how can I be so negative all the time. That wasn’t this person’s exact words, but the gist is there I believe. Anywho, it made Ira Cooper reflect, something he doesn’t normally do unless he is doing coke (reflect….no?). Kidding, I don’t do coke, unless its the good stuff, you know, the one that can melt a penny in a day. The games were here…and to be honest…don’t hate me…but while protesting is an expression of discontent with the system and yada yada, the action of protest when it is not the masses makes as much of an impact as McRib at McDonalds (no one remembers it, but I DO!). And really, the Art Gallery has little to respond to in the way of politics, being that artists don’t usually rebuttle…they just opinionate and flagellate their tongues.

Anwho…so yes! Yay! I was actually excited. I believe my eyes even watered a few times, and this time it had no hidden agenda to meet sensitive women…AT ALL. I walked among the different pavilions, smiling children, girls perched up high above theur lover’s shoulders, lovers wheezing…walking the trip.
Anyways, I shall be abrupt with my bedding hour.

Adieu,

Ira

Each Mile – A Lost Puppy Finds A Way

Hello Everyone,

My name is Ira Cooper and this is the first post, of many, for Each Mile, a blog and episodic travelogue about my experiences, trials and tribulations in inexperienced, world bike touring.

Why do I say inexperienced? Well, when I decided to bike from Vancouver to Mexico last year I really had no idea what I was getting myself into. I hadn’t biked more than probably 30 km in a row. Down the coast wise, that wouldn’t even get me out of this country. But that was the plan, down the coast, for two months. The consequence of doing so, a mere after thought probably processed at the American border where I was greeted with the I 5 and 20 km headwind.

“Why” is what psychiatrists and court room drama show viewers are most interested in. But what they aren’t too keen on is “I don’t know” as the answer. As I look back on it, I make up a plethora of logical sounding reasons; I wanted to prove that I could do it, I was bored. But really, to be dreadfully honest even if it doesn’t give you that tantalizing soundbite to make you want to follow my writing discourse, I really don’t know why I did what I did. What I do know is that from day one, biking was shot carelessly into my blood and everyday I fiend for a fix.

In February I bought my then unnamed black stallion. She cost me $220 and a not for profit bike shop, Our Community Bikes (http://pedalpower.org/our-community-bikes/), which is a wonderful place that everyone should check out if they want to learn, fix, indulge in bike-y-goodness. I attached a flashlight to her, some paniers, a sleeping bag and towels, a tent that a borrowed from a friend and never returned, snug to the back with of my steed with bungee cord. Since I wanted film as I travelled, I also brought a ridiculously heavy backpack with additional supplies. I didn’t really understand what clipless was, so bike shoes were out and Lugz were in. By day two, my spandexy, bulge inducing biking shorts started their new residency on the side of Chucknut Drive, just outside of Bellingham.

I had a GPS that made sure I was going in the right direction and a few tools that I had no idea how to use. On March 16th I was off. Go Pro? Go Handheld (another thing I realized I probably shouldn’t have done). The first few episodes I tried to make the show kitsch with a “hilarious” intro.  Hope you enjoy Episode 1 of Each Mile: