Thursday, September 20, 2018

Goodbye Summer...Dang, Where Did It Go?

        Old people are always saying things like that...."Where did the decade go?" I'm not old so, I must be saying it for another reason. Summer, oh, the plans I had for Summer. For various reasons the season didn't go exactly as planned but, the big reason (not the new puppy) has to be the fact that I am still working six days a week during the busy season. Campouts and overnight hikes are not easy when (you have a very young puppy) your due at work nearly every morning of Summer.
        I am really looking forward to some extra days off...and feeling my body recover from wrenching on and walking bicycles to their designated sale positions and returning them to their overnight stable. I've been going through the same routine for nearly twenty-five years...inventory out, inventory in. I love marketing and merchandising and interior design but, I'm starting to feel like I'm over the initial thrill of owning my own business. Hey, it's good...it's great to be your own boss...but, it's getting nearer the time to do something else.
       I'm not using the R word (retirement) here because I seriously enjoy putting people on bicycles and watching their reactions when they see how pleasurable and easy cycling is...and how sensible the whole thing is. I'm all in for a couple more years (maybe seventy is the best retirement age) that is, unless someone wants to lay $900,000 of their recent inheritance on me for the entire package.

Wednesday, September 5, 2018

What Country Are You From?

        Over the last 68 years my mother has wondered outloud, "What century are you living in? and, What country are you from?" I'll admit, I am unusual. I've never been turned-on by fishing or golf or car racing and I have zero feelings about football...American or European. I've noticed that these activities are going on around me but, I am not a fan.
        I've never wanted to jump out of airplanes, off a bridge when attached to a bungee cord or a cliff with a nylon kite strapped to my back....and most surprising, I suppose... I never wanted to be RICH. I haven't eaten red meat for several decades and I like strong ales better than watery lagers. I wish for higher gasoline prices and I cheer on higher taxes. I'd rather wear shorts than long pants and when on the edge of a body of fresh water...no matter how cold...I'd rather jump in wearing nothing at all.
       America is wasteful, nervous and moving too fast...people don't think before they leap...we worship idiots. I'm not that proud to be an American. I really never like wearing red, white and blue clothing together, on the same day. I find WAR disagreeable, unnecessary and disgusting. I wish my hard-earned money never supported it. In my lifetime America has not improved any situation around the world by "going to war." Yet, my money and friends have been sacrificed in the name of WAR.
        I actually enjoy driving and I have liked a couple of my automobiles more than a little, however, I am appalled at the number of lives that have been lost or permanently disfigured because of our habitual use and misuse of these powerful metal boxes...and to think of how much land we have scabbed-over to accommodate these cancer-spewing contraptions....all just in the last one hundred years!

Friday, August 24, 2018

Who Are We, The Bodfish People?

        Here I am practicing writing ad copy for more enlightened times.......We've been matching people to bicycles for over forty years....We've been mapping beautiful rides for cyclists for longer than that. Our bicycle shop is nearly 25 years old...in process and counting. The personal relationships we've encouraged and nurtured over this time are what make us successful and are a big part of our "life savings".
         We will continue to advise our friends and customers regarding the best rides and the safest way to conduct these outings and adventures for as long as we live. A lifetime commitment to bicycling and to our cycling friends has been a very satisfying path to follow.
        The day will come when the 'four thousand pound errand machines' (that we as a society presently worship) will be only a chapter of unbelievable stories our children will tell their grandchildren.
        The future is bright for cycling, however. Both day trips and longer adventures will increase exponentially, if only because the gas-powered motoring will fade and the utilization of the bicycle as transportation will continue to make so damn much sense. You didn't really think we could continue our "happy motoring" forever on this planet of finite resources, did you?
        We at Bodfish Bicycles and Quiet Mountain Sports are proud to nourish the cycling tradition and to pass the torch on to our... and your, grandchildren.

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

No One Told Me....

        When I started taking the bicycle seriously in the early seventies (bought my first 10-speed in 1970), it came in a box, just like buying a bicycle on-line today. There were no instructions for assembly or riding...just a unassembled bike in a five foot long cardboard box. I figured out how to put it together and make it safe.
         No one told me to avoid the rough roads, broken roads or unpaved roads. I lifted my bicycle over gates, pushed it around barricades and washouts and explored double tracks that often turned out to be country driveways leading to angry ranch dogs. I didn't enjoy riding with impatient motorists on bustling EastBay motorways so, I explored the roads less traveled. I lived in Pleasant Hill when it actually featured...pleasant hill trails and tracks and far fewer developed neighborhoods.
         I migrated south, where for a couple of years I explored longer backroads east of Fresno...and then, down to the less developed environs around Lake Isabella in Kern County. I was riding a C.Itoh...a Japan built ten speed with the fattest 27x 1.4 tires I'd ever seen on a ten speed bicycle. I'd graduated to alloy rims and a backrack. Overnight outings that included climbs to old passes and fire lookout towers became my fascination....all I needed was a sleeping bag, a bag of Gorp and two waterbottles.
        I wrote about these outings in a rag called The Kern River Valley Review, which didn't last long but inspired me to continue writing a column, about my cycling adventures, when I moved 300 miles north to Butte County (Chico, Ca.) "Biking With Bodfish". I'd kidnapped the name from my village in Kern County. I continued to chronicle my forays, with hand drawn maps for more than a decade before moving to the north end of the Sierra Nevada and changing the column's heading to Quiet Mountain Sports.

Saturday, July 21, 2018

How To Be Free Of Clothing

        It's not as difficult as you think...and I don't care what you say, there are times when it is absolutely appropriate. There is no need to make anyone else uncomfortable...pick your moments and celebrate the freedom to be unencumbered and enjoy the breeze. As an outdoor expression you must be careful to pick your locations wisely. Indoors and at home only the family needs to be in agreement...nudity is not a terrible thing. Open and honest and stress-free, we are who we are and and we are judgement-free. The home Spa helps here...hot tub and sauna allow for and encourage family casual nudity. Lake bagging is one of our favorite family pursuits.
        Seeking out remote bodies of water and immersing fully (sans costume) has been one of our main activities for over forty years. When you arrive home sweaty and grimy one of the first things you do is jump in the shower...here is another opportunity...don't be so quick to get re-dressed on exiting the stall... drip dry and cool off before looking for your pajamas. Not surprisingly, there are many homes that operate under this protocol...clothing is only necessary when there are guests. I know, some people really love their clothing but really, even when it's ninety degrees?

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Puppies in the Feather River

        She can't shed her fur coat...but, we sure can. Our new black labrador's name is Nori...nine weeks old. We took her down to the river just as the 'digital alcohol' hit 94 degrees. She liked it and showed us that she already knew how to "dog paddle". There were people down the way, it was too hot to care, we shed our outer layers and plunged in. Dipping in sixty degree Feather River water is the perfect way to cap an afternoon in the nineties.
        Nori Jo will have to be a swimmer, a hiker and a shop dog. It's in her 'job description'. She did not enjoy her first journey in the Tail Wagon bicycle trailer. She'll 'get it' before long. Hiking has been awkward...she thinks that the ideal healing takes place directly between her companion's feet. We are hoping to have another twelve year run with our new "project". The bicycle rides have to be done solo and traveling is a bit more difficult...even shopping trips have to be executed solo..."You stay with the pup, I'll shop."
        Oh well, we've managed to be good parents before...this is our fourth time. There are benefits...she will protect us and give our lives another important focus point. The hard part is when they expire, for whatever reason. In twelve years I'll be eighty years old and probably tired of dealing with Loss...so, enjoy them while you have them...the years are going by soooo fast.

Sunday, July 1, 2018

I Really Didn't Miss Writing In June

          Funny thing, I appreciated every single day of June. I was sure I had made a couple of contributions to the Bodfish blog...thought to put something down a half dozen times. So, what did I do with June? Wild swimming...Juniper Lake, Lake Almanor, Butt Lake...how could anyone consider wearing a suit in Butt Lake? My favorite...Naja's Paradise (about to become Nori's Paradise)...saw our immersions three times. Wild Swimming in our own sauna sweat was the favorite activity of June...only missed a couple of days. I had company nearly half of those sauna days...conversations in the sauna are always easy and rewarding.
         Dog walks with Olympia's Golden Doodle Teddy have helped us stay in shape for our new puppy....throw in a dozen bicycle rides into the hills above our abode and you have our health- enhancing activities of June. Of course working six days a week fills out many more hours. We put a lot of energy into encouraging others to 'get out there' and enjoy their body's ability to perform and glow in nature. This is the busiest season (Fourth of July week)...so, I really have to show up every day.