Bouquet of rodents for Post-Phelantine’s Day

•February 17, 2014 • 1 Comment

Bouquet of rodents for Post-Phelantine's Day
Mochi LaTrine’s three massive tumors were expertly excised by Dr. Noah Stroe of Animal Farm Pet Hospital on Mission St. San Francisco.
THANK YOU Dr. STroe!!!
The little collar needed some fashion assistance–it’s usually just an opaque doughnut of soft plasic with velcro closure…it needed some perking up…
Nothing a little lace won’t fix.
She doesn’t wear it now–since she’s smart enough not to chew out her numerous stainless steel staples…

Brews, Bikes, and Teenagers

•February 7, 2014 • 10 Comments

For 15 years I’ve been one of the guest ‘legends’ at the annual midwinter fundraiser for Trips For Kids.

Every February, Noah Rich, owner of Broken Drum Brewery donates the beer tab to Marilyn’s prize-winning charity. Often, in fine weather, there’d be a ride before the 2 p.m. event, which I led a time or two, up around China Camp. Then we’d go and “prolong the buzz” with a pint of Noah’s finest, and a burger and fries.
The event was noisy–a raffle was always held to boost donations–and usually mobbed with supporters and the usual “legend” suspects: Charlie Kelly, Joe Breeze, and now and then a special surprise like Dave Garoutte or Ross Shafer or even Wende Cragg. This year I hear Denise Caramagno will be there.
I won’t be.

When Marilyn’s group letter went out a couple of months ago, she announced that Trips for Kids would pair up with another worthy beneficiary, the teens in the high school mountain bike racing program. I asked her to please remove my name from the list of legendary riders, because I disagreed with the premise of teens fundraising in a brewing establishment.

To agree to come would be (to me) a tacit agreement that beer and mountain bikes are inextricably entwined, and that it’s not POSSIBLE to have a venue where there was no alcohol. This little protest of mine could have stopped at that, but when Charlie Kelly asked if I was coming, I told him why I wasn’t and offered to send him the letter I wrote to Marilyn and her staff, which follows:

Greetings Jon, Marilyn, staff….

I got your invitation to Bruise, Bikes & Bucks at Broken Eardrum Broory Feb 2014. I shan’t be there (this will be my first time not to come, I think)..I will truly miss the chance to meet this year’s crop of eager teen bike racers… but I can’t be there .because i have a problem with the high school kids + beer equation.

Last spring, Drake H.S. held a party at Gestalthaus, a sort of Private Awards Ceremony, and only because  I’d been there in the afternoon was I witness to the bar becoming flooded with young riders. I spoke to a few of them, and came to the conclusion that there are better places to hold a bike event for high schoolers.

 The bike industry is marked by thousands of positive beer+bike  associations via brewery supported magazines. I’m troubled by the fact that the more attendees drink up, the more cash goes Trips For Kids. 

This year for the first time you’re formally teaming up with a high school program, juxtaposing these two volatile entities, kids and beer. All in the context of  the health, freedom, and fun of riding mountain bicycles…

 My experience with parental alcoholism, and my awareness of the high susceptibility Marin teenagers have to booze in general,  has spurred me to take a stand.  Make no mistake–I adore beer, and love getting together w/friends. 

But “normalizing” the association between bikes and beer and kids (very young adults) has just gotten too intense. 

Here’s a link that helps with the facts :

The way Charlie and I see it, our bike culture uses riding to justify the drinking.

And here, the charity normalizes the heavy drinking and gives kids an acceptable setting to get into the bar milieu. 

 We believe that riders who ride and drink habitually are at high risk of becoming alcoholics when injury or old age prevents the exercise that allows them to metabolize the alcohol. Respectfully, Jacquie Phelan and Charlie Cunningham



At Gestalt Haus  I circulated among the teens and asked a few of them why they were convening there rather than at the high school. “Probably because that’s where the coaches wanted it to be” said one. I know that the local brew pub, Iron Springs Brewery is a sponsor of the Drake High team.

 I did some desultory research on  the connection between Marin teens and alcohol–it’s easy:  just open the Independent Journal. Every year teens die in beer-fueled car crashes. We are practically number one in the USA when it comes to kids in rehab, kids in recovery, kids that are drinking with their friends, their parents…by themselves.

I am putting these thoughts out there because it seems like no one is questioning this beer-bike link. Matt Fritzinger, who founded the Norcal Highschool league and oversaw the growth of mountain biking at high school level around the state and the country, understood my position perfectly. He put me in touch with one of the board members of the Norcal league, where I left a message in November (maybe got the conversation started, but haven’t heard back myself).

The event is in two days. I’ll no doubt hear that everyone had a great time. If you have feedback for me, I’d enjoy hearing or reading it


A Good Tool is A Good Tool

•November 24, 2013 • 2 Comments

"Im a tool-maker, and this is a good tool"

“Im a tool-maker, and this is a good tool”

This morning, being Sunday, began with KPFA’s increasingly befuddled Mary Berg at the controls. These days, her early morning Bach show feature lengthy silences (she might be catching up on sleep) punctuated by a squeaky office chair and then Mary sayng “What?!–?” to someone in the studio… (“hey! Mary! Wake up!) We love the fact that it’s OK to have a true “eminence grise” on the airwaves, and dread her inevitable absence. Since ALL the DJ’s are volunteer it’s unlikely she’ll be fired. Plus, she has a decent base of rabid, septuagenarian listeners.
CC always turns on the radio in the house if the show is a good one, and this one had enough cantatas to drag His Shyness out from the treehouse into the quite warm thanks to the spaceship insulation hovel. Even after breakfast, Charlie lingered*, sweeping all the wood-chips and houseflith with the broom we brought home from Toad Hall. It’s a Quinn kitchenette, a seemingly hand-made job from Illinois. Chances are, Carol Cunningham used this same kind of broom as a child and re-discovered it recently (I’d never seen it at the Hall–it was pulled from a deep recess in kitchen pantry). There is a leather cuff where the corn straw joins the wooden handle, and since Charlie was marveling audibly about the absence of dustophilic static electricity, plastic bristle brooms all have it, I thought I’d google ’em.
Hence this perfunctory blog qua fan note, since compliments from this guy don’t tumble out very often.

*it being cold in the shop, any excuse not to go in and face 48-degree metal tools.

No Mom’s Land

•September 21, 2013 • 8 Comments

So, when your cherished family member dies, there is now not only a hole in your life, there is one less leg upon which to balance one’s self.
Our family is down to me and Charlie, and the only way you can stay relatively stable on two points is to turn ’em into wheels and roll on. Only motion will confer balance.
My friends have sent cool links, I’d like to share them but I don’ t know how to work WordPress anymore…and I’d love feedback, like: can you see advertisements? I will have to pay 40 bucks to spare you these onerous interruptions..
Will see about restarting blog somwhere else where it is both free, and ad-free.
Dream, right?

Found these at the doorstep of Toad Hall

Found these at the doorstep of Toad Hall

Sunflower at rest

•September 15, 2013 • 5 Comments


Screen print by Gerda da Rif

Beloved mother in love breathed her last three days after her 88th birthday.

As often is true, Kay has put it to words, about her own Carol.

Never dawns
as though
it were a day
and rises.

Our day-sense
says a day
can be out-waited.
So we wait.

That’s the
only time
we’ve ever known:

it should be
getting late;
she should be
getting home.

Kay Ryan

“Jacquie Phelan – Cino in so many ways”

•August 25, 2013 • 3 Comments


On a ferry from Marin

Jacquie Phelan is the Cino Heroica 2013 official Guest Rider.

Over the decades, there have been bicycle riders that helped define the sport and perhaps drew us to it. Some riders can remember what happened when Greg Lemond won the Tour. A decade later, Lance Armstrong made bicycling cool and motivated many to get serious about the sport. John Howard was the guy I read about in pulp cycling mags in the early 70′s, and motivated me to do something my peers shook their heads at.

More –

High Summer Hike

•June 30, 2013 • 1 Comment

Too hot to ride a bike, but with only this remaining day in June, I had to get out to “Salamander Bowl” (a four foot deep hole in the rocks out in Elliot Preserve) in time to see the leopard lilies blooming.

There used to be a magnificent lily blooming on a tuffet one level below the bowl, like a Dr Seuss plant, frothy with fine hairy grass at the base (for years I thought that was what lilium pardalinum leaves look like, but no. Their leaves march up a scrawny stem, like those of so many showy flowering plants). IMG_3955

Yesterday I rode to “Ales & Trails”, got good and lost behind Dominican College (a dead end street called Cascade beckoned,

and then rejected my half-hour uphill slog, with banjo, Breezer “thrashmo” commuter bike with panniers. It was about 95 degrees out. At least I saw something: an REI tent erected across a steep chasm with a horizontal ladder that seemed to have been broken off partway across… I could tell that the Denizen still used this sketchy bridge, and decided to turn around, even if it meant separate trips for my bike and the banjo, owing to the slippery footing and the cleated road shoes I was sportin’ (see previous fashion blog).


Found my way back to a proper fire road, and ran into 1999 Wombat Cristi McCabe, small world. She’s just as sweet & youthful as she was back then when the club was in its Hosmeric Heyday.

Then, up at the Nike Site I took another wrong turn, Bay View Trail, and wound up wayyyyyy out in yachtsville, at the Loch Lomond subdivision Miles from Miwok Meadows, where A & T was being held.
Ah, but the bay air was so cool and pleasant, it was a pleasure to tack another three miles onto my itinerary.
At the event I offered to staff one of the booths, plopped down with a beer and proceeded to blather with the legendary (I’ll just call him that, and let him fulfill the destiny at his own pace) Tom Ward. He’s California’s top IMBA policymaker, and I regaled him with how, almost to the day, 25 years ago, Don Douglass, Sherwood Gibson , Jim Hasenauer and me gathered in Bishop to inaugurate IMBA.

THen I saw Joan Murakami, a very enthusiastic part of all things bicycle (though she’s also got a new passion, ice-hockey, which in time she’ll master just like she did mountain bikes, and martial arts..)
Kai Hennig and Maureen Farrel, the Mombats, who a decade ago or more created the East Bay’s Youth Bike Adventures, were on hand to win an award.

It was a grand event from which I wobbled uncertainly, in the shimmering heat, and under the burden of that un-played S.S. Stewart banjo that gets more miles than my “good” Bacon/Reiter instrument.




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