Bicycles have been a part of my life for over four decades now. Most people fondly remember the bicycle of their youth, but they usually give up their fascination with two-wheels when they get a driver’s license. Of course I drive more than my share of highway miles, but I have also managed to keep my youthful enthusiasm for bicycles and for a variety of modes of human powered travel. I ran cross-country and track in high school, and began racing bicycles as well. I dreamed of national championships and Olympic gold medals in my youth. While those dreams have faded with age, I have tried off-and-on through the years to make cycling and/or running part of my daily routine. In 1995 I added inline skating to my aerobic activities and have skated several thousand miles as well. I began keeping a journal/log of my mileage when I began running in 1979, and have continued to do so ever since. In the intervening 30 years I have managed to accumulate over 98,000 miles of human powered travel (road cycling, mountain biking, running, hiking, and skating). They have been such big part of my life for so many years, I thought it would be fun to document the social life of my bicycles. Bicycles have accompanied me through decades of life change and travel around the globe. Of course my inward journey, the one of moving towards spiritual maturity, has been more important than the physical journey, but even still I think it will be interesting to view a snapshot of my journey through life as it is reflected through the social life of my bicycles.
As a footnote, I would like to say that while I enjoy the exercise of cycling, and of going fast and far on fast bicycles, I have never been a techno-geek, always buying the most expensive equipment or upgrading every time a new innovation comes along. This is probably more a reflection of poverty rather than priorities. For example, my road bikes still had friction shifting derailleurs twenty years after the invention of index shifting and brake lever shifting systems. I’m sure if I had more disposable income, I would spend it on bicycles and/or cycling clothing and equipment. As I look back on the list of bicycles I have owned, I am amazed at the number of bicycles that I have rescued from trash bins and then ridden for years afterwards. With the invention of the internet and of Ebay, I seriously doubt that I will ever buy another new bicycle again. I am continuously amazed by how much money people will spend on bicycles, only to let them sit in their garage for a couple of years before they sell them on Ebay. Okay, I’ll admit it. I do wish I had the most modern light weight custom titanium for carbon fiber frame outfitted with Dura Ace and XTR. Maybe someday.
Red and white steel tricycle (1966). I don’t have any focused memories of my tricycle, but there are pictures of me on one in my parent’s photo albums. The pictures are in black and white, but I distinctly remember the tricycle being red and white. I was born in Jasper, in
Blue and white kids bike with training wheels (1968). My first bicycle. I am guessing that it had 16” wheels. I don’t think I have any pictures of this bicycle, but I do have a mental image of it. It had a blue and white paint scheme, silver fenders and a cruiser style blue and white seat. I received this bicycle as a gift from my grandfather (E. E. Beams). Several years earlier he had given my sister and I a pony named Honey Boy, which he kept for us on his rented farm where he raised a few cows. I remember playing with my sister in the hayloft of the barn and around the stock tanks. We didn’t have a chance to ride Honey Boy too often. My grandfather said he got too mean to ride, so he sold the pony and used the money to buy my sister and I matching bicycles. I must of have been four years old. My dad removed the training wheels when I was five. I distinctly remember the frustrating process of learning to ride a “two-wheeler.” My dad would run along behind me holding the seat steady until I got up enough momentum to balance on my own. I remember the fear and exhilaration of those first few pedal strokes—the exhilaration of going fast with the wind in my face, and the fear of falling over, and of not being able to either stop or turn around. Now, four decades later, I have enjoyed teaching each of our children the joy and freedom of riding a two-wheeler. In the prime of their adolescence, both Nathaniel and Luciana are avid cycling enthusiasts. Isaiah says he is going to be a bicycle racer just like his brother and his dad. I gave him a trophy I won from a mountain race here and Bolivia and he treats it as if he won it himself.
We moved to
Schwinn Stingray (1970). Stingrays, also referred to as “spider” bikes, were quite popular during this era. This style of kids bike preceded the BMX era by several years. I must have gotten this bicycle as a birthday or Christmas gift when I was in the first grade. I have pictures of me riding it when we lived in the parsonage next to the First Baptist Church of Waldorf. My Stingray was painted gold with 20” wheels, and a banana style seat. It had high rise handle bars like were popular on the chopper motorcycles at the time. Later I installed a high rise “sissy bar” on the back of the seat. I also added a speedometer that measured speed and distance. I think the addition of a speedometer is where my obsession with going fast and far on my bicycle began.
In second grade we moved out of the parsonage in Waldorf and into our own split level three bedroom home in
Sears five-speed cruiser (1972). This was an unexpected and slightly odd gift that my parents surprised me with. They bought my sister and I huge matching green five-speed cruisers. I remember seeing the bicycles in the Sears sporting goods section, and being really impressed by their size and potential for speed. The frame was way too big for me. I could not touch the ground when I stood over the top tube and even with the seat all the way down to the frame I could barely reach the pedals. My dad actually taped blocks to the pedals so I could reach them at the bottom of each pedal stroke. This bicycle was in the style of a classic English touring bike with full fenders, a chain guard, upright curved handlebars, a broad spring-suspended seat, and two side pull caliper hand brakes. It had a single front chain ring and a rear five-speed freewheel. A cheap plastic Simplex derailleur with a single down tube shifter changed the gears. I remember being fascinated with the mechanical marvel of shifting gears. These bicycles also had matching racks behind the seat. I remember this vividly because one day my sister was carrying my baby brother, Chris, on her rack when his foot got caught in the spokes of the rear wheel. He couldn’t have been more than three at the time. I remember his manic crying and his foot swelling up and turning black and blue. I must have gotten this bicycle in third or fourth grade and kept it until seventh grade. I was still not allowed to leave my neighborhood street, but I continued to be fascinated with riding long distances on the road. My old speedometer did not work on this bicycle, but I bought a little odometer that mounted on the front wheel axle and clicked off the miles I rode.
I don’t know if it was a strategic move on my parents part or not, but the replacement of the Schwinn Stingray with the Big Green Cruiser resulted in a shift away from stunts and ramp jumping and toward an increased focus on road riding. This bicycle moved with me from Waldorf to
We moved to Benbrook, a suburb on the southwest side of
20” Schwinn Pixie (1977). When we moved into the Benbrook parsonage I found an old blue Schwinn 20” wheel bicycle, that had been left there by the previous family. It was a girls frame with a step-through top tube. I believe this particular model was called the Pixie. I took it completely apart and repacked the bottom bracket, hubs, and headset with fresh grease. I had grown quite tall for my age and was already too tall to efficiently ride this bicycle by the time it came into my possession. I could only pedal it standing up because if I sat on the seat my knees hit the handle bars. I still rode my big green cruiser around town, but the little girls Schwinn was my stunt bicycle. I used it strictly for jumping over ramps. It was not at all made for this and later as I got heavier and began jumping further and further over dirt hills, the wheels fell apart beneath me and I ended up throwing it in the trash. By that time my younger brothers were riding BMX bicycles and I would borrow them on occasion for stunts and off-road sprints on home-made BMX tracks. By the time BMX racing became popular in the late 70s and early 80s I was already too big and lanky to ride these small bicycles. I remember sitting on the handle bars of my brother’s BMX bicycle and trying to pedal it backwards, like a stunt I saw a circus clown do one time. I fell hard and cracked my chin open on our gravel driveway. That was the third time I had stitches in my chin.
AMF 10 Speed (1977) One afternoon when I was rummaging around behind the storage shed at Mamaw and Papaw’s house (Nelly and O. L. Simmons, my mother’s parents), in East Fort Worth, I found the rusty frame of an old AMF 10 speed bicycle. The wheels were missing, but everything else was present. I was excited by the prospect of riding a “racing” bicycle with a low turned-down handle bars, and ten speeds. I asked Papaw if I could have the bicycle and he said that would be fine. He did not know where it had come from. The previous owners of the house must have left behind the shed when they moved. Once back in Benbrook, I devised a plan to combine my two bicycles, removing the wheels from my big green cruiser and installing them on the racing bicycle. I took everything off the frame of my new 10 speed. I dunked all the components in gasoline and cleaned them up as best as I could. I used steel wool to take the rust off of the handlebars, cranks, and other steel parts. I sanded the rust off of the frame and repainted it with candy apple red spray paint that I bought at Bolen’s Bike World. This is when I first began frequenting bicycle shops, bugging the mechanics for bicycle tips, and falling in love with the new racing bikes on the racks high above my head.
I painted gray racing stripes on the frame and began to reassemble the parts. I didn’t wait long enough for the paint to dry and the frame soon became scratched up and old looking again. I could not figure out how to get the chain off of my cruiser so I cut the frame with a hack saw to get the chain off. I soon realized that conversely, I could not mount it either. I had to buy a new chain from Bolen’s that the mechanics installed for free. I also bought new cables and housing, new brake pads, and new tires. My little project was soon way over budget. The end product was a heavy slow department store ten speed, but I didn’t know it. I began riding that bicycle all over Benbrook, pumping my legs as fast as they would carry me around the neighborhood. I remember the screaming pain of lactic acid as it built up in my thighs while I sprinted up the long hill on the way to Phillip’s house.
Later that summer I concocted the grand scheme of riding my bicycle all the way to Cresson and back. Cresson is the first small town west of Benbrook on Highway 377. I passed it often on trips to
I do not remember what became of this bicycle. We moved from the Benbrook parsonage out to our own house on the west side of
Schwinn Traveler (1980). I had a number of interests during my teenage years—primarily running track and cross country on my high school teams, and riding motocross motorcycles with my buddies in the neighborhood—but my interest in cycling never waned. For Christmas 1979, when I was 15, I asked for a new road racing/touring style bicycle. I had been looking at the bicycles at Bolen’s for several years and had my heart set on getting one. Of course the cost of a bicycle was more than what my parents usually spent on the kids at Christmas, so my parents contributed about $50 to my “new bicycle fund,” and I began saving my allowance and other income. On January 25, I picked up my new $160 Schwinn Traveler. It had a 25” chromoly steel frame painted deep blue. The Traveler was a low to middle-of-the-line production Schwinn. I believe the Varsity and Sport were below the Traveler and the LeTour and Super LeTour were above it. It had 27” wheels with aluminum rims and 12 speeds (a six cog freewheel and two chain rings). It was still not a true racing bike, but was lighter and faster than anything I had ridden up to that point. The frame was as too big for me, but my dad suggested the biggest frame they sold, thinking I would grow into it.
We bought the bike from Massey’s, an old bicycle shop in downtown
On January 25, 1980, the day I brought the Traveler home, I rode 24 miles. I know this not because I have a great memory, but because earlier in the summer of 1979 I began recording my running workouts in a handwritten journal. After I got my Traveler, I also began riding regularly (10 to 30 miles four or five times a week), and recording my mileage. I am still keeping a journal today (2009) and have recorded over 98,000 miles of riding and running. Riding the Traveler on the park roads around
Univega Gran Premio (1980). I did not have my Traveler long before I began thinking about trading up to a true racing bicycle. I picked up a Univega catalog in the Wondering Wheel, a small upscale bicycle shop across the street from Bolen’s and fell in love with their higher end racing sport bikes. The catalog showcased the gold painted Gran Premio against a black background. I loved the sleek look of the styling and the scant weight of the entire package. The chromoly steel frame was decked out with upper end Suntour Cyclone components. I believe the bike weighed 22 lbs (a good bit lighter than my 30 lb Schwinn Traveler). I couldn’t believe I was contemplating buying a bicycle that cost $500. That summer I began working, hard. I helped my friend’s father put in swimming pools for $3.00 an hour. I worked from sun up till sun down, putting in 50 to 60 hours a week. I made a down payment and put the Gran Premio in lay-away. On August 13th I paid off the note and picked up my new bicycle. I felt like I was floating on air. I rode twice the first day I got it, 25 miles in the morning and another 15 miles in the afternoon. I was still running a lot, training for cross country, but I also rode my bicycle every chance I got. The pedals had toe clips and straps. Joe, the manager of the Wondering Wheel convinced me that I could ride much more efficiently and faster if I bought a pair of stiff soled cycling shoes. I spent $70 on the most expensive pair of leather SIDI cycling shoes in the shop.
I went on my first club ride on December 7, 1980. I did not have any experience riding with other cyclists. In theory I knew about drafting, but I had never tried it in person. I’m sure the other cyclists could tell I was a beginner. Even though I had on my new SIDI cycling shoes, I was still riding in running shorts and a tee shirt. Everyone else had on black wool cycling shorts and jerseys. We met in Aledo and rode the locally famous hilly eighteen mile Aledo loop. About twenty of us started out together. I was bursting with energy, ready to challenge anyone to the top of the hills. The group split up pretty quickly and I stayed with the front group. Several of them introduced themselves and gave me pointers on drafting and riding in a group. In the ensuing months I bought several pair of wool cycling shorts, wool jerseys, went on a number of club rides, and joined the Fort Worth Road Club. In March of 1981 I participated in my first road race on my Gran Premio. In May 1981 I upgraded the stock wheels with a pair of used sew-ups that I bought from Joe at the Wondering Wheel.
Twenty-nine years later (2009), I still have my old Univega Gran Premio. In 1982 I upgraded to a better racing bike, but I kept my Gran Premio as a second/back-up bicycle. I converted it to a single speed fixed-gear bicycle for early season training sessions. It also served as a commuter bike for many years, sporting fenders and a rear rack. Later, after I had kids, I converted it to a triple chain ring touring bicycle. I also upgraded it with aero brake levers and clipless pedals. I used it for loaded bicycle touring and camping and to tow Nathaniel in a Burley trailer and later on a trailer cycle. After Luciana came along I would hook the trailer cycle and the Burley to the Gran Premio, towing a bicycle train of kids behind me. This often caused drivers to nearly veer off the road as they looked in their rear view mirrors trying to figure out what they had just passed. The Gran Premio has been primarily relegated to the garage or the attic the past several decades, as I have spent the majority of my cycle time on other machines. But in 2006/07 I was on furlough in the
Nathaniel, now sixteen and six feet three inches tall, splits his time between the U.S. and Bolivia because his mom and I are divorced. He is a hardcore bicycle racer and works in a bicycle shop in Kentucky. He has a several high end road and mountain bikes, but he still rides the old Univega, now with fenders and a single gear, almost every day as his primary commuter bicycle.
DeRosa (1982) I began working at Bolen’s Bike World in January 1982, my senior year of high school. I was always hanging out there after school and had been begging them to hire me as an apprentice bicycle mechanic. The manager knew I was doing some road racing and was a fanatic lover of all things bicycle so they finally hired me to work after school and on Saturdays. Gary, the manager, and Dane a fellow employee, were both in their mid-thirties. Being a bit heavy and slothful, neither of them raced bicycles, but they encouraged my youthful enthusiasm for the sport.
In January 1986 I took the DeRosa with me to the
Eddy Merckx (1986). The Eddy Merckx Super Corsa was also a chromoly steel frame, still practically the only frame material used for serious racing bicycles. I convinced Stacy to buy my old DeRosa frame for $100 and build himself up a bicycle so we could ride together. I transferred all of my old DeRosa components, mostly Campagnolo Super Record and Nuevo Record, over to my new frame. I bought new wheels and had it fitted out with new cables, housing, brake pads, etc. I think I spent another $400 on the upgrade, so after selling the DeRosa, I had $1300 invested in my new ride. The new Eddy Merckx was slightly smaller than the DeRosa and my riding partners said it was better fit. I must admit, I spent more time on the Merckx, training and racing with a local team, than I spent preparing for my responsibilities as a youth pastor. Stacy spent several hundred dollars building up the DeRosa frame with economical components and we went riding together a handful of times before I returned to the States. I did not keep in touch with the Gray’s, so I don’t know the ultimate fate of the DeRosa.
I finished up in the Netherlands in the summer of 1986 and took my Merckx back with me to Waco, Texas where I continued working on my undergraduate degree. I raced it hard through my collegiate years. In one particularly harsh crash, I squarely hit the back of another cyclist laying on the ground and flipped over the handle bars. The down tube buckled slightly, forever changing the frame geometry and handling. As I continued my life as an impoverished, newly married graduate student and missionary volunteer, the Merckx continued to be my primarily road bicycle. I upgraded to aero brake levers and clipless pedals, but I maintained the old school friction shifting system. I don’t remember how many wheels I went through. It usually stayed behind when I traveled to Mexico, Peru and other parts of the world. A mountain bike became my primary mode of two wheel transport, but I always came back to the Merckx for road riding in the U.S. It is now, in 2009 with me here in Bolivia. I brought it over in 2006 so I would have a road bike as well as a mountain bike to ride. I raced on it even into my forties in the local masters class races. Finally, in January 2008, I bought another road bike on Ebay to replace the faithful Merckx. The Merckx, twenty three years down the road, now sits dismantled and forlorn in my garage—collecting dust and guarding memories.
Nishiki Track Bike (1988). I bought this used track bike from Mike Healy, a Baylor cycling buddy, for $150. It had been given to him by a trackie who had raced up north somewhere. A new velodrome had recently been built in Houston and I wanted to try my hand at track racing. The chromoly steel frame was too small for my lanky frame, but I got an extra long seat post and stem so it fit okay. The bike originally came with a single fixed gear, no brakes and tubular tires. For commuting around the Baylor campus I outfitted it with heavier clincher wheels and a front hand brake. I did finally make a pilgrimage to the Alkek velodrome to try my hand a track racing. They had Friday night races during the spring and summer. I raced in the match sprint, the pursuit, the kilo, and the miss and out. I certainly felt out of my element on the steep banks of the track. It was a blast and I intended on making it a regular part of my racing schedule. But it never happened. I stuck to road racing a little closer to home. I didn’t have the cash for gasoline or the time to go down to Houston every weekend.
In the spring of 1989 I was living in a rental house with my roommate, John Fugate. It was a old wooden frame farm house set among new apartment complexes. It should have been torn down (and I think it was a few years later), but rent was cheap. I hung the Nishiki upside down from hooks in my bedroom. You could see the bicycle through my window from the front of the house. One morning I rode my Merckx to work at the Tailwind Cycling Center, a thirty minute commute across town. John went to class, mistakenly leaving the front door unlocked. Around mid-morning a big, clean-cut blonde fellow walked into the shop with a bicycle. Obviously a Baylor student, I did give his presence much thought until I noticed the bicycle at his side. It was my Nishiki track bike, the one I had left hanging in my bedroom not two hours earlier. My heart began to race, but for some reason I played it cool, pretending not to recognize the bicycle. I queried him on the reason for his visit. He said his sister had given him the bicycle as a gift, but he wanted to trade it in on a mountain bike, which would be better suited to commuting around campus. I told him he was lying, and to tell me the truth. The blood ran from his face and he stepped back, stuttering the same story and assuring me it was the truth. Then I lost it in a way that I had never lost my temper with anyone in my life. I felt violated; adrenaline was coursing through my body. He must have been six foot four, but still I grabbed him by the front of his shirt, lifted him up on his toes and told him right in his face that that was my bicycle and he had stolen it from my bedroom that morning. To make a long story short, he confessed to having purchased it not an hour earlier from a guy in the Whataburger parking lot for ten dollars. He said he figured it was stolen but that he didn’t want to pass up such a great opportunity. The police were involved and they told him that if he did not find the fellow he bought it from that he would be charged with the robbery. I never heard the end of the story. In 1990, as I finished my student career in Waco, I sold the Nishiki to a friend on the Baylor cycling team for three hundred dollars.
Uncle Bob’s mountain bike (1990). Jana and I were married in August of 1989. We had both finished masters degrees in environmental studies by the summer of 1990 and were soon on our way to Peru for two years as short-term missionaries with the IMB, the International Mission Board of the Southern Baptists. I wasn’t planning on bringing a road bike to Peru and I didn’t have the cash to purchase a mountain bike before we left. I guess I was hoping to pick one up after we were settled. Just before we left my uncle Bob have me a mountain bike he had purchased a couple of years earlier. I am racking my brain trying to remember the brand. I vaguely remember it being a Ross. It was a mid-range 18 speed mountain bike with fairly cheap components. It had cantilever brakes, high handlebars and no suspension. The frame was chromoly steel and was chromed rather than painted. Mountain bikes were just becoming popular in the late 1980’s. We sold them in the shop where I worked and many of my roadie friends were dabbling in mountain bike racing, but I had never had the means to get into it myself. I was also a bit resistant to the whole notion of fat-tired heavy bicycles. I think you could say I was a bit of a roadie snob. That mountain bike weighed well over thirty pounds. I modified it to give a bit more a road bike feel. I added a longer seat post, a longer lower stem, and I added aero road bike brake lever hoods to the flat handlebars. I mounted them just to the inside of the brake levers, giving me an alternative “road bike” riding position. I came up with this adaptation on my own before “bar-ends” were even invented.
I had the bike shipped to Peru in a freight shipment that arrived in Cajamarca a month after we arrived. Cajamarca is in the northern Andes of Peru. We lived in a valley at about 9,000 feet, surrounded by dirt road mountain passes climbing to 13,000 feet in every direction. I worked in a water well drilling development project. Mountain biking became a huge part of my recreational activities and daily life. I commuted around town by bicycle because I did not have a car. Also, every weekend I challenged myself by climbing up rocky trails into the highlands. I had one of the first mountain bikes in Cajamarca. I saw a couple of people around town on them, but most people there still rode old single speed chacareras that looked like they were from the World War II era. I was definitely the first person to actually ride up into the mountains on a bicycle. The single speeds were not at all appropriate for the rough steep trails. They were confined to the valley floor. I passed many people with dropped jaws as I spun a tiny gear up the trail, or bombed down faster than anything they had ever seen.
Every weekend was an adventure. I constantly got flat tires, as many as four on one ride. One time both tires went flat and my plastic mini pump broke. I was up in the jalca at 12,000 feet many miles from anyone with a tire pump. I ended up trying to stuff grass into my rims. That did not work. I finally arrived home to a worried wife after ten in the evening. Another time, a group of ronderos, vigilante community protectors, tried to impound my bicycle (illegally), but I got away under a hail of stones. Once, an old campesino insisted on seeing my “motor” because he said it was impossible to pedal a bicycle up the trail I was on. Jana and I were actually planning on riding bicycles back to the U.S. from Peru after our term was completed. I even brought in racks and panniers and was in the beginning stages of planning the trip when we found out that Jana was pregnant with Nathaniel. The pregnancy cut our term short and we left Peru before our two years was over. I sold the Ross to a friend of mine named Lindburg for $100. I think I only got fifty dollars from him. The bike was pretty well trashed when I left.
Diamondback Apex (1992). After finishing our term in Peru, Jana and I moved in with my parents in Fort Worth until after Nathaniel was born. We weren’t sure what our next move was going to be. I applied for several local environmental jobs but didn’t land anything. I started working in a bicycle shop, Bikes America, to help make ends meet. Of course working in that environment, I got the racing bug again. I still had my Merckx to race on, but after having been on a mountain bike in Peru, I wanted to get a real mountain bike and try my hand at mountain bike racing. I found this used Diamond Back Apex for sale in the Fort Worth Star Telegram. I paid $300 for it. New, it probably cost around $800 dollars. It had a chromoly steel frame and was painted gray with a smoked black overlay. It did not have any suspension, although the top mountain bikes in the early 90’s were coming stock with a front suspension fork. It had mid-line Shimano components and was really too heavy for racing, but it was all I could afford at the time. I raced it in a handful of cyclocross and mountain bike races in the spring of 1992, but I mostly stuck to my road racing roots.
The Diamondback made the move with us from Fort Worth to Lexington, Kentucky were I started graduate school in anthropology in the fall of 1992. I added a rear rack and fenders and turned it into my commuter bike. We only had one car between us, so I committed myself to commuting by bicycle to the UK campus, about five miles away. I was proud to say that from 1992 to 1995 I never missed a day of commuting due to foul weather. I even road to campus when it was 21 degrees below zero and there was over a foot of snow on the ground. By Spring of ’95 my personal life was in shambles, but I still had my bicycles. Jana left me for another man and we were divorced by the end of ’96. Nathaniel was growing from a baby into a little boy. By the Spring of ’97 I had gotten my act together. I passed my qualifying exams, had scored a research grant and was headed back to Peru to begin my dissertation. I put the Diamondback and my road bikes in storage and headed to the bicycle shop to buy a new mountain bike that would accompany me to Peru.
Giant ATX 770 (1997). At the Pedal Power bicycle shop in Lexington, I explained what I was looking for and where I was headed. The salesman, Billie, gave me a good deal on one of last year’s models, an aluminum frame, front suspension mountain bike, the Giant ATX 770. It’s funny that over a decade later, Billie is still working at Pedal Power and has become friends with Nathaniel. I never could remember the exact name of the model I bought from him, but he always brought it up and remembered the exact model. I did not record the exact amount, but I think I paid around $800 dollars for the ATX 770.
The Giant was a huge improvement over the Ross I had on my previous trip to Peru. I went back to Cajamarca for my research, and again I didn’t have a car, so the bicycle played a huge role during my almost two years in Cajamarca. I rode myself into pretty good shape on the daily commute up the 3,000 foot, twenty mile gravel climb to Porcón, where I was doing my interviews. Of course, the hardest part was the climb up in the mornings. On the way down in the afternoons I could coast almost all the way to my door step if I wanted. Thunderstorms blew up in the afternoons, so I would often be covered head to toe in mud by the time I got home. The front suspension softened the ride considerable over the rough rocky roads around Cajamarca. I didn’t get nearly the number of flats I had six years earlier. Also, by 1997 there were a huge number of cheap department store type mountain bikes in Cajamarca. I even found a few campesinos riding them on the trails in the mountains.
Nathaniel came to visit my first summer in Cajamarca. He was five years old. I made a few modifications to the Giant to turn it into the family station wagon. I strapped a cushion onto the top of the rear rack and lashed a short section of plastic pipe with hand grips to the back of my seat for a handlebar. There he often accompanied me all the way up to Porcón and back. Sometimes we would just go for hours long rides up into the mountains. I met Vanessa in May and we were married in December. I carried Vanessa on the rack and Luciana sat on a pad strapped to my top tube. Eventually, the bottom bracket wore out. It had more than an inch of wobble at the peddle. I couldn’t get a replacement part for the new-fangled cartridge bottom bracket in Peru so I just had to keep riding it that way. I even won a local mountain bike race, sprinting for the win with that God awful wobble. As I left again for the States I sold the Giant ATX to Tino, a friend from church. I asked for $200 and finally agreed on $150. He gave me $50 up front but never paid me the balance.
Motiv (1999). I picked up an abandoned bicycle that I found under the Tates Creek High School stadium while I was there inline skating. It was a fairly nice, almost new, department store brand mountain bike. It was all muddy and the wheels were wacked out of true. I took it home—I suppose, to care for like an injured bird. I figured someone had stolen it and left it there after they had had their fun. I thought about giving it to a neighbor, or to the police. But after thinking about it, I figured if I just left it there someone who wasn't the owner would end up with it. So I took it home with me and converted it (by combining some parts from my old Diamondback) into a commuter bike. New, it was probably a $250 dollar bike, and it was new. It has a chromoly main triangle, but high tensile fork and rear triangle. I was an improvement over my old commuter. It certainly shifted better. All I did was put on my 1 ¼ inch slicks, fenders, longer stem, better seat, bar ends, and rear rack. The frame was still smaller than I would have liked. It is the same size as my old Diamondback. I stripped the Diamondback of its remaining components and threw the frame in the trash. The bottom bracket on the Diamondback had been somehow smashed out of round and I could not replace the dead bottom bracket innards. I was glad to get rid of it.
Gary Fisher (2001). Our family was living in an old house (built in 1900) that had been converted into apartments. It was in downtown Lexington, on Martin Luther King Jr Blvd. in a terrible part of town. We moved there for the large cheap basement apartment, but did not realize how troublesome it would be to live in that crime ridden neighborhood. I finished writing my dissertation and graduated in August. Isaiah was born in May the following year. One of our neighbors moved out, leaving behind his old Gary Fisher mountain bike. It was a early nineties model with a chromoly frame and rigid fork. The owner had left it locked up outside and someone had stolen both wheels. Rather an replace the wheels he had simply thrown it out with his trash. I quickly rescued it. Another bird with a broken wing. By simply adding my wheels from the Motiv, I had a complete bike with nicer components and with a frame that fit me a bit better. I actually returned to mountain bike racing on this bicycle.
In 2003, when Nathaniel was eleven, he wanted to start racing mountain bikes. I accompanied him to the races, he entered the junior races and I the masters, riding on this old Gary Fisher. I’m sure I was the only one racing on an old school rigid fork mountain bike. It was a bit embarrassing to race such a machine, so I soon made a significant upgrade and relegated the Fisher to the garage where it played a minor commuting role and puller of kid trailers around the neighborhood. I honestly don’t know what happened to the Fisher. The last time I saw it, it was in my parents basement in Owingsville. They moved back to Texas last year and I never heard the final fate of the Fisher.
Klein Attitude Race (2003). The invention of Ebay did much to improve the quality of my riding stock. I replaced the Fisher with another used mountain bike I picked up on Ebay for about $500. It was a late nineties Klein Attitude Race with a super light aluminum frame, a cool blue paint job, and full XT components. It had retailed for around $2000 just a few years earlier. The picture on Ebay was terrible and the frame had been wrapped with electrical tape by the former owner to hide its value when it was used as a commuting bike on the streets of Seattle. The Seattle police department was auctioning it off from their stolen merchandise department. I guess not too many Ebay bidders recognized the value of the bike because I won the bid at a bargain price. This Klein was so light and smooth after I gave it a little tender loving care, that it soon became one of my favorite bikes of all time. I raced the Klein a handful times in Kentucky, and then in the spring of 2004 it accompanied us to Bolivia.
The Klein became my adventure bike, accompanying Nathaniel and I on many weekend rides up into the Andes west of Santa Cruz. The mud and sand do quite a job on drive train components in Bolivia. I replaced the chain, cassette, and chain rings numerous times. Eventually the shifting became so degraded that it would need a major overhaul to it to continue working well. I reluctantly agreed to sell it to a Bolivian riding buddy for $400 before we came back to the U.S. on furlough in 2006. I think he finally paid me $300 saying that if he gave me a penny more his wife would kill him. I still see him out riding it today and regret ever selling it.
Specialized Stump Jumper Pro (2006). Nathaniel spent 2005 back in the U.S. with his mom. He bought this 2001 Stump Jumper hard tail on Ebay I believe for around $600. He was growing like a weed and had outgrown a Gary Fisher he had gotten the year before on Ebay. Then in the spring of 2006, Jim, his step dad, went all out and bought him a new top of the line full suspension Stump Jumper, so I bought this Stump Jumper hard tail from Nathaniel. It’s a good bike. Fairly light weight and has the work horse Shimano XT components. Today, it is my primary mountain bike here in Bolivia.
Kona (2007). Upon Nathaniel’s return to Bolivia in 2007 we didn’t have a mountain bike for him. I gave him back the above Stump Jumper and then bought a used Kona from a Gravity Assisted Mountain Biking, a bicycle tour company based in La Paz. It was I believe a 2005 model, more of an all-mountain than a cross country racer. It was heavy, had hydraulic disc brakes and a long travel front suspension fork. I paid $800 for it and honestly, I don’t like it much.
Nathaniel just keeps on growing. He is about six foot three now, but his legs are about four inches longer than mine. We switched bikes again, him taking the Kona because it has the largest frame of the two. When will he stop growing? We improved the ride of the Kona a bit by replacing the hydraulic disc brakes with mechanical ones, adding lighter wheels, and by swapping the forks between the Stump Jumper and the Kona. Now the Stump Jumper has more travel and is heavier and the Kona is a bit lighter.
Salsa Campeon (2008). Again, Ebay comes to the rescue. My first couple of years in Bolivia I was training on the road on the Klein Attitude with slicks. Being on old roadie, I knew I could go faster, so I finally brought over my old Merckx, now practically an antique. I did a couple of road races, but even by Bolivia standards it was quite outdated and I succumbed to the desire for a new road ride. I saved my pennies and bid on my current road ride, the Salsa Campeon. I won the bid for $1200. The bike was only a year or two old and looked like it had rarely been out of the garage. New it would probably retail for around $3500. The frame is a mix of scandium (a special aluminum), with a carbon fiber rear triangle. The components are full Shimano Dura Ace. I have finally joined the world of 21st century cycling technology. I love this bike. I think it weighs about 17 lbs. Considerably lighter than the old steel Merckx.
On a sad side note: Over Christmas (2008), Nathaniel borrowed the Salsa in an attempt to do a one day Santa Cruz-Samaipata-Santa Cruz ride. About 250 km of mountain climbs, bad pavement, and gravel. I followed him in my pickup just in case he had trouble. Unfortunately about 5k before the Samaipata turn around, a link in the chain came apart, snagged the Dura Ace derailleur and ripped it right off the bike. I have been riding Nathaniel’s old Specialized Allez frame built up with an assortment of the old Merckx components and a few other odds and ends. I should be getting the replacement parts to reactivate the Salsa shortly.
The following is a brief description of bicycles I have acquired over the years for significant others.
Schwinn Super LeTour (1982). When I was working at Bolen’s Bike World in high school I rescued this old Schwinn from the trash bin. Someone brought it in as a trade in, but when we saw the condition it was in and only offered them a few bucks, they threw it in the dumpster on their way out of the parking lot. From the mid-seventies, it was a good bike in its day. It had a five speed freewheel, double front chain rings, mid-line Shimano drive train, etc. It was way too small for me to ride, but I put new tires, cables, brake pads, etc on it and gave it to my mom as a gift. I think she may have ridden it half a dozen times. It sat in their garage or attic for years and years. By the late 90’s and early 00’s, I rerescued it and refurbished it for Vanessa to ride, and then later it became Nathaniel’s first road bike when he was eight or nine years old. I don’t remember its final fate. We must have given it away.
Cannondale road bike (1985). While attending Baylor University, I asked my neighbor, Susan, to marry me. She was a nice girl, but we were too young and the relationship was ill-fated from the beginning. I was working at the Ordinary Bike Shop at the time, so I bought her a nice little purple Cannondale road bike. I had dreams of her becoming a great cycling enthusiast. I think we rode together twice. She did go with me to a few races.
In May of 1985 she traveled with me down to San Antonio for a circuit race. It was a big race with something like 70 people in the Cat 3-4 race. I was on fire and won several primes and then the final field sprint for first place. The pace had slowed because no one wanted to initiate the sprint, I was boxed in next to the left curb, so I to a chance and drifted all the way to the back of the twenty strong pack. With about 300 meters to go I swung to the far right curb and started my sprint. No on reacted quickly enough to catch my wheel. I soloed in for the victory with about 30 meters to spare. Susan ran over to congratulate me, but I had put so much effort into the final sprint that I began vomiting there on the side of the road. Embarrassed, she walked away back into the crowd. Susan broke up with me a few weeks later. She gave back the engagement ring (which I used to buy the Eddy Merckx) but for some reason she kept the Cannondale.
Bianchi mountain bike (1990). Fast forward to 1990. I was married to Jana and living in Peru. Jana and I flew down to Arica, Chile to work on our immigration papers. We also spent a week backpacking on the Chilean altiplano, close to the Bolivian border. There were a number of fairly inexpensive mountain bikes for sale in Arica, so we bought one for Jana ($200) and brought it back with us to Cajamarca. It had a heavy steel frame with cheap components, but it was better and anything available in Peru at the time. This was going to be her bicycle for the grand tour back the U.S. the following year. That never happened.
Burly Trailer (1992). I bought this kid hauler in 1992 when I was working at Bikes America in Fort Worth. It cost around $200 even with my employee discount. I strapped Nathaniel’s car seat inside and started taking him on rides when he was six months old. After we moved to Lexington, I took him on club rides, riding in a pack and averaging over 20 mph. Some of the guys were surprised that I could even out climb them pulling the trailer. Later I used the Burley for Luciana and Isaiah. I will never forget our family outings when I attached the trailer bike to my bicycle and then the Burley to a trailer bike, making a train. Nathaniel and I pedaled pulling Luciana in the Burley and Vanessa followed on her bicycle. We made quite an impression on passing motorists out in the Bluegrass horse country. In 2008, I gave the Burley to a friend from Crossroads Christian Church who has a couple of young kids.
Bianchi road bike (1993). Jana and I were living in Lexington where I had started graduate school at the University of Kentucky. We found a used Bianchi road bike for sale in the local newspaper. It was a late-eighties model—an Italian chromoly steel frame with Suntour Cyclone components. A descent mid-level road bike. We actually rode together quite a bit, towing Nathaniel behind in the Burley trailer. Nathaniel inherited this bike when he was finally big enough for the 57 cm frame. It was the bike he was using when he first started entering road races in 2006. Later, it was demoted to being his commuting bike. Now he is way too tall for the frame and it has gone back into storage at his mom’s house.
Giant Boulder (2000). This was Nathaniel’s first mountain bike. His mom bought it for him and this is the bike he used when he first started mountain bike racing in 2003. This bike was way too heavy for racing, but he quickly out grew it anyway. Later it became Luciana’s primary mountain bike. I not sure where it finally ended up. I think my parents might have given it away when they moved from Owingsville.
Centurion Dave Scott Ironman (2000). I bought this road bike used on Ebay for Vanessa. It was in great shape for an early ‘90s model. I won the bid with $375. It was made specifically for small women. It had a light chromoly frame, good Shimano components and a 24” front wheel that lowered and shortened the riding position. We rode a good bit together when we lived in Kentucky. Now it is in storage someplace collecting dust.
Adams Trailer Bike (2001). The Adams is a kid’s bike that attaches to the back of an adult bike. It has one wheel and a five speed cassette. I began taking Nathaniel to school on this bicycle when he was in first grade at Maxwell Elementary. It was about a five mile commute from our house. I was working from home on my dissertation while Vanessa worked full time outside the home and needed our one car. Our only option for picking Nathaniel up from school was the trailer bike. He and I both enjoyed our commutes immensely. After he out grew it, I took Luciana to school on the trailer bike. It now sits in storage in Kentucky. I wish I could get it to Bolivia to use with Isaiah, but with reduced weight limits on the airlines, it would be hard to justify the cost.
Gary Fisher Big Sur (2004). Nathaniel’s next mountain bike after he grew out of the Giant Boulder. We bought it on Ebay for about $500. I had an aluminum frame and descent Shimano LX components. We took it to Bolivia where it was pretty well trashed from the harsh riding conditions. It is now a single speed commuter sitting in our bike room in Santa Cruz.
Haro 24 (2005). This is a little 24” wheel mountain bike we bought here in Santa Cruz. It fits Vanessa and Luciana well. It was about $300 new. It’s not a great bike, but it serves well enough for short rides around town.
Specialized S-Works Stumpjumper FS (2006). The bike that Nathaniel’s step dad bought him. It is a top of the line full suspension cross country race bike ($5,500 new). Nathaniel raced on it a few times. He started doing more road racing in 2006, so he really didn’t get much use out of it before he out grew the frame. It is still at his mom’s house in Kentucky. He plans to sell it on Ebay so he can get a larger frame.
Specialized Allez Pro (2006). Nathaniel’s first nice road bike. It was a 56 cm red aluminum frame with Shimano Ultregra STI. We bought it on Ebay for $600. Nathaniel brought it Bolivia in 2007. He out grew the frame so he left it behind. I built it up with the old components from the Merckx. It is now the spare road bike I am riding while I’m waiting for my Salsa parts.
Kona King Zing (2008). This is Nathaniel’s latest road bike. He bought the frame new on Ebay for $700. It is a top of the line carbon fiber frame. One reason it sold for so little was the pink paint job. He built it up with the components from his old Specialized Allez. Since he began working at Pedal the Planet in Lexington, he has upgraded to the best SRAM component group, Red. It is now a top of the line road racing bike that weights about 16 lbs. But it is pink and red.
Haro Zoom 18 (2009). This is Isaiah’s latest bike. He and all the kids have had quite a few little bikes they learned to train on that I don’t remember exactly. This particular one is a little 18” wheel BMX style bike with coaster brakes and hand brakes. Cost $200 new. He is getting pretty good on it. He wants to start racing BMX at the local track here in Santa Cruz. He is not ready for that yet, but we are working on it.