Re: Bike Messengers and Bike Racers

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Hello John,

Thank you for the interview last year. I am still working on my bicycle study.

I have a question about the link between bike messengers and bike racers.

I learned that Nelson Vails, the silver medal at the 1994 Los Angeles Olympics, was a bike messenger from Harlem in New York.

I also learned that some of the historical Colombian bike racers participated in the Tour de France used to ride bikes for work.

So I wonder if there are still many bike racers in the US who has either a bike messenger or another job use biking. Are there any other successful US bikers have similar bike work background?

A lot of people told me that bicycling is becoming an expensive sport and hard to be a successful racer unless you come from a rich family.

What do you think? Do you agree? Can you share me your perspective and experience?

best regards,

Toshi

Begin Response Here:

So good to hear from you, Toshi.

There are several accomplished messengers turned pro. Probably one of the most accomplished and current is Jason McCartney. He left the pro peloton and worked as a messenger before retuning to the pro ranks and riding for Team Radio Shack. http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/15/sports/olympics/15bikes.html

Another messenger turned pro (and personal friend) is Jen Purcell. She was a messenger back in the early 2000s in Dallas and made a name for herself in the Texas scene. She went back to school and after graduating got back into racing. Two years ago she won three national medals and rode last year looking for a contract. She finally got one with Team Tibco and will be doing some time in Europe.

http://www.jsonline.com/blogs/lifestyle/95323979.html

http://www.cyclingnews.com/features/tibco-with-split-olympic-and-nrc-focus-in-2012

Finally, there is Craig Ethridge. Another friend of mine, he has made quite a career of messengering and racing single speed in the cyclocross world.

http://www.thebicyclestory.com/2010/11/craig-etheridge-a-world-champ-talks-messengers-and-ss-cyclocross/

That's not it at all. Craig is a good example of a messenger who competes as a messenger and also as a bike racer. Another exapmle would be Austin Horse. Austin is a New York messenger, very similar to Craig in that he competes as a bicycle courier at events around the country and at national and World messenger events, except Austin is a "sponsored" messenger and has done commercials and was a stunt double in the recent messenger film "Premium Rush." This is the way of the modern messenger, of sorts...

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/10/02/nyregion/the-bike-messenger-goes-hollywood-as-a-culture-dwindles.html

The sport of cycling is expensive, no doubt. And with any sport, the sacrifices make as much the champion as overcoming the challenges. I brought a lot of enthusiasm to the sport. And by that, I mean, that I had not a clue how much I was lacking in regards to all the right gear. But I showed up over and over again to the hardest, most elite group rides in Austin until I couldn't be ignored anymore. I would hang on or finally get dropped (not keeping pace with the group) on the outskirts of town and keep the group in sight until everyone made it back to town and I could catch up at stop lights. Finally someone asked me to accept some recycled gear and training advice. I was so eager and grateful.

I don't think this is very typical of most bike messengers. And all of the above individuals reflect a pursuit on the bicycle that included being a bicycle messenger. There are very valuable traits every individual learned as a messenger that allowed them to compete at a high level or attain notoriety as an accomplished athlete and a stepping stone for what these individuals needed to get where they are today.

What, you ask, are those traits? Ha! Go work as a messenger for a few months, I wouldn't want to spoil it for you!

jt

Hello from Costa Rica

HEy heY hEY!

So can you believe I made it all the way to Costa Rica without any clear directions on where I was going? I knew that I would have to take a taxi from the airport to Playa Pelada, so when I landed I hired a taxi and set off on the two and a half hour journey. It was about 11:30 by the time we rolled in and the roads had long ago gone from smooth pavement to bumpy dirt roads. My driver, Fernando, was playing some of his jams at my request cause we were both getting tired. He still had to turn around and get home to his wife and two kids. I had him drop me off at a Hotel as if I was going to get a room, but I didn't really think that was my plan so when the owner of the hotel came out because his German Shepherd was threatening to tear me to bits, I politely asked him if he knew where my friends lived. He didn't, so I set off down the road. Yea, so I'm in a third world country at midnight, walking with my luggage down the dirt road to I-don't-know-where, but I felt safe and maybe I knew the whole time that this was the part of the trip I could never plan but needed the most. Or to get this part out of the way first....

I found the internet cafe and tried their wireless network. Password required, of course. The cafe opened at ten so i knew that at the very least I could find my friends in the morning once I could get online. Someone I spoke to told me, "if worse comes to worse, man, and you don't find your friends tonight, then you sleep on the beach and we'll see you in the morning."

"which way is the beach?" i asked.

"300 meters that way."

About 100 meters away I could hear the rumble of the waves and I was pretty sure at that moment that I came to Costa Rica to try and make friends with this wild beast.

I got lucky that night with the almost full moon casting its pale light over the entire shore. Earlier in the night, there was a big ring around the moon just right above my head.




Slowly it traveled west over the ocean and was just about to fall into the water as the sun rose.




The volume and the fluctuating intensity of the waves woke me up several times and once I realized I was a little too close to the water as the tide moved in and threatened to wash me and my belongings out with it.

The next morning it was real easy to find an internet connection and see that my friends has supplied me with a telephone number, which they answered immediately. Evan had stayed up all night, worried, and Lauran had to tell him all night that she could feel I was safe. I keep comparing this trip to the other trip I took out of the country ten years ago that was purely for exploring another part of the world and how I ended up homeless in London the night before I left. That night I stayed on the River Thames all night walking up and down the river and reading my book.

The past couple of days have been what I imagine the rest of my stay here will be like: wake at 6, surf, yoga, sleep through the heat of the day, and then surf till the sun sets, eat and sleep by 10.

Pura Vida!

Revolutions

Two moons, huh?

End of 2011

Rains came
Rose bloom
It's mid December
It's not June
Don't care
Bye bye gloom
We'll sun salute
Till next moon.

Letting go

Summer, you're like an addicted lover, don't know when to quit. Your heat gets you so angry. I tell you every time I don't believe it will be better next time.

Autumn, don't one night stand me. Come lay next to me and I'll wrap myself up in new lovers (layers) for warmth.

Summer to Fall

I can't wait to show you where i got scorched.

85 degrees is the new hoodie weather.

All the swimming i did this summer i could have reached an island by now.

Next rain storm i'm shedding all my clothes.

This morning my light faded. Somehow the dark had its way of leading me on. The sliver of moon in the sky peeked from behind its shroud.

In a Day

In a day


It's 6pm. I haven't practiced yoga all day.

I slept in after I fought the sheet I sometimes covered up with, tossing and turning and blaming it for its hot grip. After ignoring my three alarms I periodically rolled out of sleep to check the time on my phone. At 8am there was a text that finally got my ass in gear. It was a friend telling me that the venue for an event I and a handful of couriers want to host our national courier race at is booked on one of the dates, but the owner wants to meet me tomorrow, he can ask and possibly get them to open up the date for us. Time to man up.

Why did I put off the practice?

I jumped on my bike cause I had to leave the hard scene I associated last night's sleep with. It's interesting when you work for yourself because in my line of work I gauge it on how much riding I do. Lately, whatever I can encourage forward with our event during the day is accomplished with emailing in between deliveries or collecting wait time or randomly running into the other couriers at a building's bike rack or the cafe. Midday I took a delivery into the comptroller guaranteeing wait time. I handed the documents to the clerk and excused myself to the bathroom. Leaving the stall, I awkwardly ran into one of the state workers who had been on the team I was in touch with in securing street closures for our courier race. I say awkward because it was obvious my stomach was angry for the Lone Stars I drank the night before, cans that accompanied the cafe work for the courier race I pounded out till I was tipsy and out of dollar bills. He received an email that morning which simply stated our resignation from the downtown course due to lack of funds. Bathroom run with the expanded reality of more than I thought getting flushed down the drain…

Finally at 3:30 I rode through the city like I rarely get to. Out to Chicon in and straight thru to Barton Hills after a drop and pickup from a handoff downtown. More waited downtown afterwards and I raced the clock like I imagine I was an orchestra conductor- Perfect timing at a rate that brings so much together but just as quickly gone.

Done with the bike and home.

Leaving my computer open with chat windows open is never a good idea when you should be doing something else especially before your class you have no plan for and you HAVENT EVEN PRACTICED YOGA. Ok. I jump on my mat and immediately get hit up. It's my friend asking about yoga. She's coming. Cool. close the chat box and get this class started. I move for 5 minutes and then instinctively get up and watch 30 minutes of the Thai yoga class Camilla taught us in Yoga Life I have saved on my laptop. I bring that to class. My friend comes to class 8 minutes early and is the only one.

"Private lesson?"
"We'll see. some people usually show up right when class starts.

By the time we start moving there are 9 people there. Definitely one of the bigger classes I've had in a while. Six of them are there in a pair. I work with my friend that chatted me earlier and she got the benefit of being the demoee as I guided everyone through both being the giver and the receiver. Lucky star. She was on her back for almost an hour as we worked on the legs and hips doing some helicopter, splits and swooshing.

We hung out afterwards and she told me the week before she had an ovarian cycst burst and there is a tumor on her ovary that she has to have removed. The last week kept her off her bike too, an outlet of movement. She said her intention that night was to relax. We might have gotten her a little closer to it :) The swooshing made her feel like all the negative energy she had was being pulled out of her.

I came home and practiced. It felt great. Night practice after a day like today has all the same elements- I collapse all over my mat but I'm sticking to this fantastic life of mine.