Dutch Bike Co Weblog

We've carried bikes from Linus for more than six months now, and in that time we've sent a surprising number of the little guys and gals out into the world in both Chicago and Seattle. It's been a pleasure to see them locked to bike racks downtown in the Loop , rolling down the Burke Gilman, and hanging from the chain link outside bars on Capitol Hill in Seattle. I've seen them used for commuters, bar bikes, kid haulers, and “couples' cycling incentives.” Just as Linus riders seem to have discovered the versatility of the design, we've had a great time expanding the capabilities of the bikes themselves. Here are a pair of the projects Alex and I have set up with some of the bikes. We've had a huge amount of fun thinking up ways to keep the Linus style undiluted while adding function and some new ways to ride!  If you cold winter riders are  looking to set up your Linus, Chicago Schwinn or  Raleigh with a similar light set-up ask us about the Schwalbe studded tires for winter riding.  

Classic headlight, classic tire generator, classic Roadster 3, and a nice warm yellow halogen beam.

Live on the top of a monster hill? The SRAM i-Motion 9 hub nearly triples the gear range of this Dutchi.

Dream it up and your Linus can probably do it.

If you've talked with any of us here at Dutch Bike in the past year, you've probably heard us talk about “the move.” While we're staying in the same area, we're moving the Seattle shop onto historic Ballard Avenue: the main street of one of Seattle's most interesting and vibrant neighborhoods. Ballard Ave perfectly balances the nightlife, boutiques, and restaurants we enjoy with the hardware, sheet metal, machining, and other light industrial businesses that keeps the neighborhood lively and living. Of course, because we could never forget our roots down by the boat launch in “scenic industrial Ballard,” we feel right at home in a building between a machine shop and 58 year old Ballard Hardware and Supply.

The building into which we're moving was for the first part of the century home to Kolstrand Manufacturing Co., a famous name in the Northwest marine industry. The Graham-Baba designed rebuild has maintained the old brick shell with even the remnants of the original “Kolstrand Mfg. Co.” paint intact while creating a polished and eminently usable retail and restaurant space inside.

Our designer and builder – David Lipe of 16D – has similarly reused much of the original wood and materials in the interior construction, including some beautiful and humorous touches that you'll just have to drop by to experience. Inside the shop we've also commissioned a mural by Ed Fotheringham, our friend responsible for our “flower girl” and “keg mover” posters.

In addition to Alex – the newest addition to the bike shop – we've got several great baristas (baristi for the language purists) warming up for the cafe component of the new shop. Your eyes do not deceive: the new Dutch Bike Seattle shop will be Seattle's first fully implemented bicycle cafe! We'll be brewing excellent and powerful coffee from local roaster Lighthouse, starting at six AM so you can start even your earliest morning rides with a bang. David has been updating the Flickr stream with the array of delicious snacks Julie has been designing for the shop, and the pictures will make you hungrier than anything I could write here. You'll also find made-to-order sandwiches, pastries from lauded local bakery Macrina, and some tasty – and surprisingly filling – cookies.

The finishing touches are going on the construction as I write this, and our grand opening is still on schedule for July 24^th. We'll be fully operational- tuning, repairing, upgrading, renting, and of course selling bicycles, and rolling out an expanded array of interesting accessories. With two expert mechanics our turnaround time for tune-ups and other in-depth maintenance will be close to the same you'd expect from your coffee orders. In fact, if you're ordering anything more complicated than an americano while you get your flat fixed, maybe we'll race you!

Our favorite man in the field, Gregg Bleakney is currently embedded with the Colombian national cycling team training in the high altitude of Medellin.  We had a chance to Skype this morning and he sent me some pic's from his recent days in Bogota.  Here you can see the everyday cycling culture in some of the poorest parts of the city.  In the last few years, the city of Bogota has built hundreds of kilometers of cycling lanes equally through both the poorest and wealthiest sections of of the city.  This has seemingly made life more egalitarian and reportedly greatly reduced crime.  Check out the burly and practical cargo bikes on which many family members are taken to work and school.

The road below is a dedicated bikeway, along which a cottage bike repair industry grows. Note man in background wearing backpack with passenger on front of his double top-tube, yellow cargo bike.

The two pic's below illustrate the great contrast between the wealthy, freeway serviced areas of Bogota and the barrio, yet note the attention to bikeway detail in both areas. There is pride amongst the residents in knowing that the government will spend money to improve even the poorest areas of town.

In August, Gregg Bleakney and I traveled to France for what turned out to be a ten day epic poem to cycling. Our mission was to photograph the Paris-Brest-Paris Randonee (PBP) from beginning to end. For over 100 hours (save about 16 hours of sleep - some in a B&B, some in a hotel, some on a park bench), day and night, we followed the thousands cyclists from around the world as they traversed the countryside of Normandy and Brittany. We thought our sleepless documentary expedition from a motorcycle was quite the accomplishment, but it paled in comparison to what we witnessed — the great magic of what is possible on a bicycle and the seemingly limitless French love for bicycling. The PBP is held every four years. 2007 brought over 5000 riders to this Superbowl of endurance cycling. The goal of the PBP is to bicycle from Paris to Brest (1200 km. / 750 mi.) and back in less than 90 hours. That means riders have to average 320 km./200 mi. every 24 hr. period. To put it in a NW perspective, that's almost four Seattle to Portland races in less than four days. There are no professionals, no prizes (save for a t-shirt and a finishers' medal) and the entire event is staffed by volunteers. It is the largest amateur endurance event of its kind in the world. To describe the challenges these riders faced is easy, rain (my guess - 60% of the time - I remember dumping a cup of water from my boot at one of our stops), wind, darkness, sleeplessness, fatigue, exhaustion, irritability, soreness ...add any synonym for suffering. To describe the mood and spirit of the event, its participants and volunteers is not so easy. Everywhere, I witnessed joy, camaraderie and celebration. Everywhere the randonneurs passed they were cheered, by those of all ages and all means. Drivers caught in traffic jams behind pelotons - cheered. Children sitting on curbs and window sills in every country village - cheered, clapped and sang. I saw children running across fields to hand water bottles and snacks to oncoming riders. Locals in most villages hosted festivals to feed and fête all who passed. Everywhere there were heroes. Ordinary heroes? Seemingly, for the average PBP participant's age is 47, yet some were 70 years old and others, while younger, came in all shapes and sizes — not what anyone would imagine as endurance athletes. They were extraordinary. If 70 year-olds could finish the PBP, I imagined I could too — something prior to witnessing the PBP, would have never crossed my mind. Somehow, this suspended state of disbelief becomes the equivalent of a license to believe in magic. Indeed, the PBP is magic. Each moment I consumed was a poem to the love for cycling, to the simple heroism in physical challenge, to the joy in shared athletic pursuit and to the wonder of being welcome and celebrated in a foreign land. The beauty of the countryside and the constant waves of affection (even for us on the motorcycle) became a balm for all that is mundane. Our every encounter with cyclists, a window into the sublime territory of raw motivation, will and pleasure — I never tired of catching the next peloton of riders, and the next, and the next... On the train returning to Paris, Gregg and I met some PBP participants. I described to them the poetry I had witnessed. Their initial reaction seemed dull — they were exhausted. As I continued my revelry about the magnificence of their heroism, one remarked, "I could listen to you for hours." He was in tears. So was I. In celebration and honor of all those PBP participants, the volunteers and hospitable citizens of Paris, Brittany and Normandy, Gregg has posted the fruits of our photo expedition at www.parisbrestparisphoto.com To the left is Drew Buck. Drew completed the entire PBP on this 1920's French Hirondelle (Swallow brand), two-speed, Retro Direct. Yes, 1200 km. on a 70-plus, year-old bicycle, in less than 90 hours — just one of the many pages of PBP poetry for all to celebrate.