Posts Tagged ‘bike commuter’

“We come in peace…”

The aliens scoffed at the cold...

When the aliens landed with their bicycles outside a local Starbuck’s, startled onlookers began snapping pictures. I was fortunate enough to snap this one with my phone just minutes before they rode off toward Lake Michigan, claiming they  would ride across the lake to the Cook nuclear power facility in Bridgman, Michigan to “recharge our life forces.”

It was roughly 10° (F) Sunday morning, and these intrepid aliens seemed undaunted by the cold. They were also puzzled by questions from the assembled throng inquiring how they intended to ride across water on their bicycles.

The one on the left who asked to be called “Mike” said, “Surely, riding on water with a bike is not an issue on your planet, is it?”

When told that bikes on our planet would sink to the bottom of the lake, the three creatures guffawed. The alien on the right who went by the moniker, “Tom,” informed us that not only could their bikes ride on water, they could also fly when fully powered.

A few small children immediately began clamoring for the aliens to make their bikes fly, and the one in the middle who went by “Pat,” said, brusquely, “What the hell do you think this is? ‘Close Encounters?'”

With that, the three mounted their alien two-wheelers and pedaled off toward Lake Michigan. They were last seen off the coast of Evanston, Illinois, riding off to the horizon in a peloton of three.


The Tibetan 500

Most weekdays in winter when the lakefront path is often dangerously iced over, I commute by bike from the North Shore down Clark Street to the Millennium Park bike station, otherwise known by its sponsor name, McDonald’s Cycle Center. (My film-making friend from New York, Clarence Eckerson, made a nice short video about the bike station for a great blog on urban commuting around the world called

As I pass the Chinese consulate at the northwest corner of Erie and Clark, an older man, probably in his mid-60s, waves me by with a big smile and his giant Tibetan flag, as if I’m finishing the Indy 500 in Tibet. He often shouts something as I ride past, like, “Good for you for wearing a helmet!” The man stands across the street from the consulate along Erie most days, protesting Chinese policy in Tibet.

A little Googling led me to this post by Tenzin Dasel about my flag-waving friend. His name is Phil Berkman. And I must say, he’s a dedicated protester. The past week or so, the temperature in the morning as I ride by Phil has been in the high single digits or the low double digits (Fahrenheit). In addition to Phil, there are often one or two other people seated in the Lotus position along the wall of the building facing the entrance of the consulate, meditating in silent protest.

Now, I don’t mind the cold. I have the right winter gear and by the time I reach Erie and Clark, I’m toasty warm, sweating, even. But Phil’s friends are meditating in frigid temperatures! Even Phil, with his occasional flag-waving, is standing in the cold.

I think tomorrow I will stop and say hello to Phil, now that I know his name. I will also take his picture and post it here.

In the meantime, I look forward to my continued success at wining the daily Tibetan 500.

Do you have a name for your bike?

I’ve been thinking lately about whether or not my bikes should have names. Most riders have very close relationships with their bikes. Often times, spouses, boyfriends or girlfriends will inquire, “Who do you love more… Me or your bike?”

That question is often met with stammering or silence by the committed rider.

So I’ve been mulling whether to name my two primary bikes: my trusty 2002 LeMond Wayzata that I use for commuting, and my 2000 LeMond custom titanium that I ride on weekends.

I didn’t go down to the office today, but took out my commuter on the salted roads for a 50 mile jaunt from home to Great Lakes Naval Training Center in North Chicago and back. I had plenty of time to think about a possible name for my bike. But along the way, I had a revelation…

I can’t name my bike because my bike is part of me when I’m on it. At least, that’s how I feel about it.

Today being the last day of the year, I added up the miles I put on the Wayzata this year: 4,820. That means I’ve ridden more than 25,000 miles on that bike since I bought it from Higher Gear in Highland Park back in 2002. And when I’m riding, it becomes simply an extension of my own body. I feel the same way about my weekend bike.

And I realized that’s why I have never named my bikes.

I know others have names for their bikes. So if you’re one of those folks:

  1. Why did you decide to give your bike a name?
  2. What did you name it?
  3. What is the significance of the chosen moniker?

Thanks for reading my first post to the new blog. I hope to be adding additional writers from my many commuting friends in the coming weeks and months.

See ya’ on the road, and if you’re driving, for god’s sake don’t text and drive.