Bikefag PDX: Finding Confidence in my Milieu!
Hello reader(s?). If you’ve been keeping up on this blog (I’m not making it too hard on you these days), you’ll remember that I moved to Portland, was challenged by my milieu, and weathered the icy storm of a Great Alternative Cycling Self-Worth Crisis.
I’ve essentially left the blog for dead – yet the vultures of the internet keep feasting on the corpse.
Well I’m happy to say that I’m back!*
*This statement is not necessarily intended to suggest increased future content on “Bike Fag”
After 4.5 months, I’m comfortable in my “melieu.” Or about as comfortable as a self-conscious, perpetually-dissatisfied, internet nerd gets..
A lot has happened here. Let me hit the main points:
-I raced a bunch of races and found the local racers very friendly and welcoming of my zany racewear.
-I moved no closer to a category three upgrade in road racing – finding Oregon’s lower categories no easier than Colorado’s. Then because of work, I stopped racing on the weekends altogether. Oh well, there’s always ‘cross season..
-Through racing, I met a guy who hooked me up with a job riding a bicycle coffee cart to the farmers market to sell CO2-neutral, women-empowering, pour-over coffee.
-I succumbed to anti-fixed-gear peer pressure (unfortunately the fixed gear really IS dead now) and have hidden my Purple Bike in the basement until I can get the money together to update to a “porteur conversion.”
-I broke my pedals and rode with toe clips on my road bike for a surprisingly long period that only ended yesterday.
-I got a coffee shop job and now work more than I’d like.
-I met a bunch of awesome people who are exactly the kind of people I was looking for.
-I still didn’t meet my alternative cycling dream girl, but I remain hopeful.
-My editors at the Dirt Rag and Bicycle Times started saying yes to everything I pitched to them. Then I talked to a few other editors and they said yes to my ideas also. So now I have to devote most of my writing time to the people who pay me. I guess now I’m a “freelance writer” but most of the time I make coffee. And the dream of getting an actual paying job involving writing and bicycles seems more possible than ever.
I don’t know what else to say. Moving to Portland worked out just fine. I should have done it years ago, so I could be working at a cooler coffee shop by now.
This blog has suffered, but that would have happened no matter what I did.
Now let’s put this “moving to Portland” issue to bed and get back to some normal blogging.
Or maybe not.
Maybe I’ll start a new blog.
Maybe I’ll let this one sit with some sort of “so sorry, will post again soon” thing and never actually post.
No matter what, I can assure you that the Bike Gods have been working in my life and pulling me toward something. I’ll see ya when I see ya, readers.
P.S. I know this is an uninspiring blog post and it ain’t like the good old days of 2009 anymore, but I’d like to thank the people who inspired me to continue posting through this tricky blogular transitional period:
The guy from Looking Good In Pants
Oliver Miller of Slab Magazine
All of you anonymous “hits” out there sitting in front of a computer screen. I’ve met a few of you now, and you guys are some bright-ass stars in the Bike Gods’ Vast Universe.