Tag: Cycling

  • LA LA Land

    LA LA Land

    While Taiwan celebrates Chinese New Year, my boss took the opportunity to bring me over to Austin for a week or two with the team.  I didn’t struggle too hard, since I can reschedule the holiday, and anyway flights out of Taiwan are pretty expensive during the holiday period. I have been through LA a couple of times, but never stopped for more than a couple of hours, escaping from LAX to  Manhattan Beach for a swift beer.

    This time, however, was different. I finally took Pip up on his offer to visit, and he picked me up at the airport in his new Range Rover. Without hesitation, he asked ‘do you surf?’ and I was too deep in exhaustion and jet lag to say anything else but ‘hell yes’ … I am not going to look a gift horse (or a Brit in a Range Rover) in the mouth.  So, before I had even sat down, I was walking out of a surf shop in Santa Monica with surf board and wet suit in hand.  Life is Awesome.  Otherwise known as LA.

    Range Rover + Surf Boards x Los Angeles = Pip Tompkin

    Pip in his natural environment

    Manhattan Beach in the daytime … long board in hand.

    Limited snowboarding and wake-boarding experience have even more limited application to surfing, but I wasn’t about to let that stop me from trying.  I mean, first time surfing here … what a start.  Pip gave me the basic pep talk; essentially, paddle really quickly, jump up in one motion, don’t fall off … and we were off.  I was far from completely fluid, but I did legitimately have some real standing time … I will be back.

    After an extended chat on the beach and with my brain still being faxed over from Asia, we spot that the waves had receded.  We grabbed the boards, paddled out to beyond the break, and hung out a little more.  Some fins approach in the distance … “are they sharks?” I calmly ask.  No, a school of dolphins swims by us, flirting in the wake.  I bob there, mouth agape, and more than a little overwhelmed by the scene of dolphins, salt spray, and California rising up in the distance.

    Jet lag completely forgotten, I decide this is time to catch a proper wave for the first time, and am caught by a fairly serious swell building up behind me. Arms darting into the salt water, I build up precisely the right amount of speed to catch the full momentum of the wave, and it picks me up like a rag doll as I dive off the six-foot wall of water.  Screaming like a schoolboy (and with feet flying into the air) I plummet to oblivion, only to be spun around like an old t-shirt at the bottom of a washing machine.  Twice.

    Emerging from the water, I had nothing but a smile on my face, and water leaking out of my ears.  My first proper wipe-out.  Time for a burger.  Time for In ‘n’ Out Burger.

    While only having about three things on the menu, other styles, ingredients and upgrades can be had with the use of secret code names … a very cool idea.

    The burger was pretty awesome, but mazing out on all the code names that I could think of broke my flat-mate’s #1 rule of buying burgers: get the basic one.  ‘Animal Style’ and whatever happened to the fries, was delicious, but oh so oily.  Ah well, start as I mean to go on!

    After a quick brunch at Santa Monica staple, Norms, it was time for a tour of the LA sights.  Naturally, we swap cars for something a little more befitting of Beverley Hills, Bel Air and Hollywood; yup – a drop-top BMW coupé.  Music, shades and attitude packed, we prowled the streets, wowing at the cars on display, the wanton display of wealth, and imagining what celebrities are waiting around the corner (or at least I did).  Since we were not rich Chinese tourists, we pointed the car at the mountains, and took in views of Hollywood from Mulholland Drive.  It was surreal, taking in all these sights that I knew so well, and yet had never seen.

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    Pip has two rather beautiful fixed-gear bikes, and he was kind enough to take out his baby for a spin – what a host.  Cruising along Venice Beach was a cultural lesson in taking recreation very seriously; this is the melting pot that lead to skateboarding, surfing, hip-hop and BMX.  It’s pretty humbling, and highly entertaining to see new forms of street culture bubbling up in front of your eyes.

    Swap four wheels for two.

    LA all the way.

    Cavendish takes the green jersey.

    Santa Monica amusement park at sunset … why doesn’t the whole of America live here?

    Watching the scene; I could stay here the whole day.

    An absolutely phenomenal weekend … thanks so much Shannon and Pip.  You are welcome in Asia!

  • Stairway to Heaven

    I had one of the best rides of the last few months on Saturday. Several sections have been intimidating me for some time, especially because some of the rest of the crew are a bit more daring than me when doing bigger stuff.

    However, I was feeling strong and confident (all important) and the conditions were excellent. For the record, the weather in Taipei in November is truly wonderful – a light English summer day with clear skies and none of the usual horrendous humidity. A perfect set-up for mountain biking heroics!

    My primary nemsis in the past few months has been a very demanding set of steps to climb up. A series of steps, placed about 2 metres apart get progressivly higher until the final step with is over a foot tall. Several of the more experienced riders demonstrate a technique of gently lifting the front wheel up the step and then bunny-hopping the rear up, without losing balance for the next one. I have attempted it in more times than I care to remember, usually ending up in swearing at the hill, which does not help, but certainly it feels good!

    This, however, was my day. The technique, finally was correct, the speed slow but confident and I smoothly lifted the bike up step by step until I collapsed in a heap of glee, a wave of intense joy hitting me. Finally!

    Jonny 1 – Hill 15

    This return to confidence continued in two further sections of hard, technical downhilling that I had previously walked down. So, all in all, a wonderful giant-killing day. Perfect for a balls out night on the town!

    Bishan Camping Ground…

    Information signs at the stairway

    Taiwanese people are a bit neurotic about their little fluffy dogs!

    George of the jungle

    First attempt at the dreaded step drops ended in success (and a sore bum)

    Team 7117 in effect!
  • Bike

    I had another great ride today – this time with Mark (USA), George (Germany), Mattieu (France), Ludvig (Sweden) and Peter (Ireland)… what an international team! This time riding in the south of the city, the weather was swealtering… and sadly after hours (maybe days) of climbing, pushing and hoiking we realised they had levelled a mountain and filled in a valley. Flat. Damn! Back to Yang Ming next week I think.

    The death toll of parts on my bike continues. I have broken more things in three months than in years on my trusty Orange back home. The list so far stands at:

    1 x suspension fork – presently back to the factory to fix the rebound damping
    1 x bent seat post
    1 x wheel
    1 x shoe … newest to the list – I managed to pull the sole plate that mounts to the pedal through the rubber lower. Totally screwed

    Still, it means I can sit and dream some more about buying components. They are pretty good value here. My new snazzyThomson seat post is about 90 quid back home and I got it for £35. I have been a bit surprised accasionally about the servicing. Back home, you can easily get new cables, patches, fork servicing… Here, getting a puncture repair is hard (just buy a new tube), bike shops have to think about if they have brake pads and, as you can see, forks get sent to the factory rather than have local servicing. All very interesting.