My intentions, now that the ride is over, is to write a large work that commemorates the event and continues to raise awareness and funds for FTC. Fun, eh? (British Columbia is home to one of the variations of the Canadian accent, which I have to admit, I don't actually have, but has been the source of bad Canadian jokes directed towards me in the last 2 years.) This means I'm gearing up the Big Band for an early Deember tour! I'm way too excited about this...
Here's a de-briefing of my experience in the ride:
|Passing Vancouver on my way to Victoria|
I arrived in Victoria on the 6th with my father and 2 bikes. He had borrowed a Specialized “Allez-Up” from a friend, and we had gone out to buy the mandatory revealing lycra shorts, among other necessary road-bike nerd gear. I'm an avid commuting cyclist (it's the most efficient and fun way to get around in NY and Montreal) but I had never really ridden a road bike, let alone done a 6 day trip before.
|My father dipping his tire in the Pacific for good luck|
The first day was the Victoria to White Rock leg of the trip, which was only about 70 km (if that) because of a ferry ride, and quite a few unexpected events (see picture of the van barely getting through a cow tunnel. It's a long story...) I grew up in White Rock, and hadn't returned in 8 years, so after the welcoming celebration near Semiahoo high school, I decided to take a ride around my old neighbourhood. Things have changed. It's been commercialized (the apex of which is a Wal-Mart) and apparently the real estate market continues to grow. It's not the little town I grew up in anymore. I passed by my old house, knocked on the door, and the current owners were nice enough to let me look around! I then biked down to my old school, which was shut down soon after I moved to Montreal (I found out on this trip that it was full of asbestos and lead paint at the time that I was a student there). It's now been refurnished as a daycare, with the original buildings intact, as it is a heritage site.
|Old School (Kensington Prairie)|
|Truck clearance in cow tunnel...|
I met up with the rest of the team at a restaurant owned by someone at the bank for a dinner along White Rock beach.
|White Rock Beach|
The next morning we departed from White Rock with a team of about 13 people. I spent the first half of this 140km ride by myself. The second half was much more physical, riding with the “fast” group.
We arrived in Hope, and I ended up having a kooky experience trying to find a bus for the father in-law of the mechanic (Guillaume) of the trip. Hope isn't big, so naturally, the bus station closes early. I got an inside tip from a taxi driver to seek out a man running a restaurant who would be able to get a ticket for us... After being led to a back room of a laundromat, Alain (the in-law) had his ticket in hand, and I went to meet up with the rest of the team. I realized while eating that I was coming down with a fever (which I hadn't felt while riding, I must have been too focused...)
The 3rd day was the Hope – Manning Park leg of the ride. This involves 95km distance, with a climb of 4000 feet! I managed to keep up with the leader of the B.C. ride (Trevor) although I had to work for it. Manning Park is in the middle of the path from Hope to Penticton, and there's not much going on there except for it's natural beauty. This may have been one of the most physical things I've ever done in my life, and the fever didn't help, although I managed to get rid of it within a day of literally “sweating it out”.
|We started the day at 40 feet above sea level|
The 4th day was the longest ride, and the low point in the trip for me. We were geared up for a 170 km ride, the team this day being myself, Trevor, and two new members Pierre and Steve. This was a group of true cyclists. Trevor competes, Steve rode 5000 km this summer and felt like it was very little, Pierre has done the Iron-Man Triathlon. The beginning of the ride was total payoff for having ridden purely uphill for an entire day. After an hour of riding, we hit the downhill portion of the mountain. My highest speed was 67km an hour, which apparently is not very fast for a real cyclist, especially on the hills we were riding. After a snack break, the team decided that we would ride in formation for the next portion of the ride. They asked me how experienced I was in formation riding, I answered “not at all”, and they went through the procedures/hand signals I needed to know.
|Formation Riding (post-accident, hence my fear of drafting at this point, this is also a bad example...)|
We got in line, I was in second. After a short while, Trevor signaled me to come up front, so I did, and began signalling things (maybe too many things, in fear of not properly doing my job.) After a couple of minutes, I signaled a baseball-sized rock that was right in our path, but I think it may have been too late, and it's possible Steve hadn't seen it, so he flipped over his handlebars, Pierre flipped over Steve's bike, and Trevor managed to “bunny-hop” over Steve! I heard all of this behind me, stopped immediately and got in the middle of the road to signal the cars that were approaching to slow down, while getting Pierre's bike, which had flown into the other lane. I saw that Steve had gotten up and was walking around, although Pierre was on the ground and holding his shoulder. Steve kept assuring us that he was fine (although he had road-rashes all along his left side), but Pierre was clearly in a lot of pain. After assessing the damage to Pierre, we realized that he had fallen on his head and shoulder, so his helmet had cracked, and his shoulder was separated... He asked me what happened, I responded, a few moments went by, an he asked me again, so I responded. After a third round of the same question, we realized that he was in shock and wasn't in his right mind. Guillaume showed up in the van (he hadn't been behind us because he had been packing up the food into the van). There was no cell-phone reception where we were so they went back to the town where we had just left to ask where the nearest clinic would be. Steve decided to keep riding, knowing that he would end up being sore otherwise. We rode the rest of the way, not feeling too great. And then, the numbness began...
|Me, Trevor, and Steve arriving in Penticton|
We arrived in Penticton where we were met by Pierre and his wife. We had a nice dinner prepared, but I couldn't enjoy it because a) I'd been responsible for a serious injury, b) I'd just ridden 170km, and c) I couldn't feel my nether regions. I express this to Trevor who tells me that he once had numbness that lasted three and a half months. That's when I decided I should take the next day off.
The 5th day was a quick ride from Penticton to Kelowna, so I didn't miss much. I used this spare time to do more reading about Craig and Mark Kielburger, and to start writing out the ideas I'd come up with for the piece. We were met at the local NBF branch by a good-sized crowd, and given a presentation from two girls who had done FTC trips. We were asked by an ex-employee of the bank to go on a boat ride/wakeboard.
The 6th day was an 80km ride, and the team had grown to 14 people (not including Guillaume and Nathalie, the Velo-Quebec ride manager). This was the most beautiful ride of the trip. We were met by a large crowd in Vernon for a celebratory dinner and presentation. The two ride vans had to leave directly to Banff, and I was flying out of Kelowna so I was staying the night in a hotel. I met up with a friend from elementary school who lived in Vernon for the evening (I hadn't seen her in 8 years!)
|Bikes in Vernon|
|Bikes. Lots of bikes.|
I flew out the next morning from Kelowna to Victoria, Victoria to Toronto, and Toronto to New York. (It took me a while to finish this entry, so it's been a while since my opening sentence in Kelowna).
|Gold Helmet. I don't mess around.|
|With Guillaume, mechanic-extraordinaire|
|Beginning of ride (with both vehicles)|
Now, I'm on to the music. I've never spent so much time on a piece of music for this little output. The first movement is nearly finished, but it's subject to change drastically anyhow. I've let some of the band members know that the tour is coming up, but I'm in the early stages of getting everything organized. I'll be spending the time from now until the tour writing this piece, and we are set to record it in Montreal, put it up online and give half of the money we receive to Free The Children!
I've been listening to so much music in the last few months, and haven't listed them off. So here are the notable records, without any commentary, in no particular order:
Nico Muhly: Mothertongue
Nico Muhly: A Good Understanding
Steve Reich: Music for 18 Musicians
John Adams: Shaker Loops, Wound Dresser, Short Ride in a Fast Machine (Bournemouth Symphony Orchestra)
Radiohead: King of Limbs (and a lot of OK Computer, Hail to the Thief, In Rainbows, Kid A)
Ravel: String Quartet
Paul Moravec: Tempest Fantasy (and others)
Phillip Glass: Einstein on the Beach
Charles Ives: String Quartets #1 & 2
Brahms: 4th Symphony
I suppose that's enough for now, those are the ones that come to mind...
I had a fun gig at Rockwood Music Hall with Talia Billig's band recently, and the most memorable show I've seen since my return to NY has been "Chaos Manor". The music/sound design was put together by my friends Dom Mekky and Levon Henry. This was the official description:
"CHAOS MANOR is a live multi-disciplinary performance installation that seeks to capture the visual and sonic event of W. Eugene Smith’s 821 Sixth Avenue “jazz loft” endeavor 1957-1965"
This is what it looked like as a spectator:
|Crowd from one of the "sets"|
|My brother Matt on bass, with good friends Levon Henry on tenor, Eric Read on drums, and Martha Kato on keys. This was taken inside the freight elevator that they played in during the performance, which was open on the exterior of the building.|
Very cool evening, glad to have seen it!