Monday, August 5, 2013

Not As Seen On TV

After a couple of very busy weeks, I finally had time to take my new bike out for a spin. I filled my water bottle up, put on my helmet, and headed to Central Park.

As I entered the park I felt energized. The wind flowed over my body as I peddled ever faster. The sense of freedom was amazing. I felt like a child once again. That was until I approached my first hill. Now for those of you who don't know, Central Park isn't exactly a very hilly place. Yes it has hills but this isn't the alps or even the Catskills we are talking about.  As I started to bike up the hill I realized I was hardly moving. Bikers and runners alike were blowing past me. I’m pretty sure I saw a baby crawl past me. Before I knew it the sense of childhood freedom quickly left me and I realized what truly was in front of me, a grueling work out for an out of shape adult.  As I kept riding and pushing myself I kept thinking about watching the Tour de France and being amazed by how easy they made biking up mountains, like the L'Alpe d'Huez, look. It was if they flew up the mountain. I quickly realized that no one flies up a mountain. This shit was hard! 

The longer I rode the more confident I felt on the bike. After some trial and error, I realized what gears I needed to use to make the hills easier and I kept pushing myself.  My head was drenched, sweat dripped down my face as I tried to control my breathing.  Half way through my run I realized that somehow my water bottle never left my apartment with me. I was dying of thirst and my lungs felt like they were going to burst at any second. This was work. Fun work but work nonetheless. 


Then without notice the sense of wonder and childhood delight returned. As we all know what comes up must come down and down did I go. While I'm sure the downhill wasn't that steep, I quickly gained speed. I got down as low as I could to make myself as aerodynamic as possible. Now I truly was flying and I couldn't get enough. The child in me was begging for more. Faster, faster he yelled in my ear! Before I knew it I was at the bottle of the hill, only to hit another steeper hill, the so call Harlem Hills.  The cycle (pardon the pun) was starting all over again.  No, cycling wasn't like it was on television; it was even better!

Friday, July 12, 2013

To Hybrid or Not to Hybrid...

Like most children many of my childhood memories revolve around my bike. One of my earliest childhood memories is visiting Bike World on route 9 in NJ. Looking through the plethora of bikes I finally picked out what I thought was the coolest bike ever. Buying that bike is a feeling I will never forget, even if I was forced to buy a neon yellow bike helmet to accompany it! Venturing into the world of biking as an adult I was hoping to relive that experience, what I experienced instead was daunting.

After I decided I wanted to start riding again, I decided to pop by the local bike store, Metro-Bicycles. To say the visit was an eye opener would be an understatement. I have always known there are different types of bikes but I was totally unprepared for the overwhelming amount of choices that were in front of me. Hybrids, road bikes, mountain bikes, city bikes, cyclo-cross bikes, and the types of bikes were endless. I spoke to a clerk and he explained that for what I wanted I should look into road and hybrid bikes. He explained the basic differences and even took time to recommend a couple of bikes. Eager to learn more, I quickly left the store and ventured home to begin my research.

As I started to do research on road bikes, I couldn't help but remember my oldest brother's sleek, red road bike. To this day, I clearly remember him coming home from the store with his new bike. Even clearer is my memory of the day he got side swiped by a driver who was too busy looking after his kids to pay attention to my brother driving by him in the shoulder. Despite that experience, once I started looking at road bikes I became fascinated. These bikes were totally different from the bikes I grew up riding. They were like the bike my brother, whom I greatly look up to, quickly rode around the quiet streets of our suburban town. Even more enticing was the fact that these were the type of bikes professional cyclist like Chris Froome ride every day of the Tour de France. These things are a work of art. They are made for speed! The handle bars allow you to bend your body for maximum aerodynamics and the bikes themselves are light as feathers to enable the least of amount of work for your legs.  The only problem was the price tag. Wow are these bikes EXPENSIVE!

With the sticker shock still ringing in my ears, I decided to check out hybrids. Hybrids looked way more like the bikes we all road around as kids. The reason they are called hybrids is because they are just that; a hybrid between a road and mountain bike. They are lighter than a mountain bike but heavier and sturdier than a road bike. They are made for people who want to ride around town but not ride for super long periods of time. Initially I was very apprehensive of choosing to buy a hybrid. It seemed like too much like the same old bike I grew up with. I wanted something shinny and new. I was enamored with the road bikes. It didn't help that many of my friends on Facebook and many people on bike forums were also pushing me to get a road bike.

I finally decided it was time to actually check them out in real life and take both kinds of bikes for a spin around the streets on Manhattan. Per the advice of an old high school friend, I visited Bicycle Habitat in SoHo. This place is one of the premiere biking stores in NYC. The guy I met there, Ed, was super helpful. He showed me some hybrids and the Trek 1.2 road bike. He was amazing at explaining the benefits of both and really pushed me to take them for a spin. I handed him my drivers permit (yes, I know I need to get my license) and my debit card as collateral and I was quickly on the roads of downtown NYC. First off, for those of you who have never rode a bike on the streets of New York let me tell you it is not for the faint of heart. This was my first time, and maneuvering through the busy streets of SoHo on bikes I did not know was a tad scary. However, I quickly fell in love with the adrenaline rush! The first bike I tried was the Trek 1.2. It is considered an entry level road bike, not the best, but not the worst either. It was super light, at least compared to any bike I have ever ridden prior to that, and it had dropped handle bars that allowed me to get low for super fast riding. It was definitely a change...and I liked it. The only problems I had were the price tag and the fact that I could only go on smooth roads. That meant no riding down the cobblestone roads of downtown NYC.

I next tried two hybrid bikes. Right away I felt comfortable. These were like the bikes I grew up with but better. They were lighter, still heavier than the road bike, but allowed for more punishment.  One of the hybrids, even had bar ends that allowed me to get into a lower, more aerodynamic position. Bar ends are additions to your handle bars that provide different hand positions (who knew such things existed?).

Leaving the shop I was torn. I couldn't imagine spending close to $1000 on a bike. The last bike I bought wasn't even $100. My head was in a fog. I had no idea what to do. That is where having an amazing wife came in handy. My wife always knows how to help me make up my mind (Well, maybe except when it comes to choosing food on a menu. Then no one can help me.). She asked me what I needed my bike for and what I wanted to do. By the end of our conversation it was clear that a hybrid was the way to go. We decided that down the road if I really want to race then I will buy a road bike.

Again, the problem came down to price. A new hybrid bike was still really expensive, especially once you factor in the accessories like a helmet, a lock, a water bottle attachment, bike shorts and a pump. Once again I reached out to some of my friends for ideas. Without fail they recommended looking on craigslist. Man were they right. Within a couple of days of searching I found a great deal. A slightly used Trek 7.3 fx hybrid 2011 bike. It was under 300 bucks and included a helmet, lock and an attached water bottle. SCORE!!! I quickly contacted and met the owner. Before I knew it the bike was mine.

While the decision process was confusing it allowed me to become immersed in bike culture. I learned a ton scouring the various bike websites and forums and even made some connections at the local bike store.There is a whole world out there that I had no idea existed. I am now an owner of a hybrid bike. I hope the people of New York are ready for me to be on the road again.

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Why I Want to Ride!

I met my wife during the spring of 2011. When the summer came around all she could talk about was the Tour de france. Being the typical American, all I knew about the Tour was the name Lance Armstrong and all the doping accusations. When the Tour finally came around I started watching it with her.  Green jerseys! Yellow jerseys! Polka dot jerseys? There are teams but it is really individuals who win, huh? To say I was lost would be an understatement. Slowly I began to catch on. I read Lance Armstrong's book "It's Not About the Bike" (I highly recommend it despite all of the craziness that has come out about him) and it really helped explain the minutia of the sport. Since then I have fallen in love. I LOVE watching cycling, especially the Tour de France. I never knew watching people riding a bike could be so exciting. In 2011, the Tour was just this thing this cute girl I liked was interested in. Fast forward to 2013, the Tour is the nightly activity that my wife and I can't wait to watch together.

Watching the Tour this year has awoken a urge in me that I never knew existed. As a kid, we all rode bikes. It was how we got around. It allowed us to go to our friends' houses, the local pizza shop and anywhere else we could imagine. When you are a kid a bike isn't just a vehicle, it is a sign of freedom. As we get older and we begin to drive for many of us bikes fall to the wayside. I know for me it did.

As a 30 year old, recently married man, my interest in cycling has been reborn. Bikes have once again become a symbol of freedom. Obviously, I don't need a bike to get around anymore. I have the subway for that. Bicycles now represent the freedom that comes from pushing myself to become the best version of me that I can be. Like the riders on the Tour, I hope to make the most out of every ride on the bike.

I have begun a new fitness journey and riding will be a major part of it.  I know I am never going to be a Tour rider but I will put all of myself into this new venture.

This blog will be a record of that journey. It will start with my search for the perfect bike and hopefully end with my first race. I hope you follow me on this exciting ride!