Monday, October 29, 2012
Many people were out on the streets, like it was the most natural thing to be up and about at that time of night. I figured with a population of eight and a half million, Delhi was a city that never slept.
The air was filled with a scent of burning cow dung laced with incense. As Mark, Marco and I wheeled two big carts of luggage and video equipment – 900 pounds of it – a cavalcade of cabbies and street urchins who wanted to assist with our bags accosted us.
“I help you!”
“No, I help you!”
“Thanks anyway,” we told them as we rolled the massive carts ourselves toward our waiting bus.
Two dark-eyed, dirty-faced boys began to fight each other, trying to commandeer our carts.
“No, thank you,” Mark said with a finality that scattered the boys, sending them back to the airport for other potential work.
The other members of our tour group were hauled away on a bus. A second bus for the video crew and our baggage awaited us. We stowed our belongings aboard, and then climbed on. The bus belched forward. I settled back into my seat, too tired to dwell on the honor of having an entire bus to the three of us plus the driver and his assistant.
The bus zoomed along, joining a highway with heavy traffic. Through the smeared bus windows, we saw cyclists weaving in and out of thick traffic. The handmade steel-framed bikes were a far cry from our neon hybrid-metal ones.
As we slowed to a crawl, I wondered at the practicality of driving to a hotel an hour away for two hours of sleep, after which we would turn around and then return to the airport.
You can find the story in its entirety at Mountain Bike Tales.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
I thought: “I’m alive!” “I could have died!” “I almost lost it all!” Then Mark was there at my side. He kissed me immediately, looking into my eyes.
“Yes,” I said. I raised Mark’s bike off the ground where he had dropped it before leaping down to my side. I straddled it. I was afraid to ride, but I began. Lisa rode behind me, trying her best to stave my ranting “Oh my God!” The whole scene kept replaying like a looped video.
Patty Mooney has been riding a bicycle since she was seven years old. In 1986, she and her husband, Mark Schulze, discovered the sport of mountain biking while traveling through Canada where a mountain was rated by the amount of headers one was liable to experience while riding down it. Both Mooney and Schulze were hooked and bought a couple of Alpina Sport mountain bikes to ride the local San Diego trails. They married in the mountains on their mountain bikes, then began racing. And then it occurred to the video production duo to begin producing how-to mountain bike videos which were the first of the genre. To learn more about their classic mtb titles, go to New Unique Videos.
Friday, January 30, 2009
This turned out to be a great day. Mark and I took off early from work and traveled north to the sleepy surf town known as Encinitas where "Klunkerz" was showing at noon, at La Paloma Theater. Now coincidentally enough, Mark and I met each other while standing on the balcony inside that theater, on Valentine's Day 27 years ago. So everything about our experience there today was magical.
When we pulled into the parking lot, we spotted Charles "CK" Kelly and Gary Fisher getting out of their car, and we indulged in a major hug fest. The last time we saw these guys was in 1994 when we were producing "Full Cycle: A World Odyssey," and videotaped interviews and a ride with them at Mt. Tamalpais, where mountain biking first began. These are the guys who played a major role in pioneering the sport.
CK and Gary introduced us to Billy Savage, the man who produced "Klunkerz." We all hung out in front of the theater for a while, and then filed in to view the show. It really was a nicely made piece all about how the sport of mountain biking started, and the evolution of the mountain bike itself. It was cool to be sitting next to Gary Fisher as we all watched; his interviews pretty much dominate the show, as he has some pithy points to make.
Afterward, we all headed next door into a conveniently located saloon featuring some tasty beers on tap (including CK's choice, "Fat Tire Ale.") And you know, that is what mountain biking is all about... You ride your heart and soul out on those amazing trails that lead up, down and around the luscious thighs of Mother Nature, and afterward, it's time to share an ice cold beer with some excellent friends. Makes life worth living!