Revolution Summer Zine

...is THIS CLOSE to being done. The covers are at the printer and will be done Wednesday, the innerds are layed out and getting printed Tuesday morning.

This is my zine about biking this summer. It's 40 pages, screen printed cover. I will be four or five bux at herbivoreclothing.com, and will probably go on sale tomorrow. I made a little quarter sized bike log companion for it so you can record and plan your own bike rides. Those will be a couple extra bux if you buy the zine I think.

Here is a little excerpt:

"It was a gorgeous section of the ride. The canopy was dense in parts and opened up at others. I was bathed in sunshine for stretches and in others I was in almost total shade, little beams of light finding a way through the branches 20 feet over my head, spotting the road with gleaming little chunks of light. I was pretty high up riding next to a short little rock wall that held the road onto the side of the hill. Over the side of the wall was a huge drop down to a river I could hear but not really see. At points I’d get a blast of cold air coming down the hill. There were a few cars blowing past me but I was so mesmerized by the light, the air, and the sound of the river down below I hardly noticed. It was one of the nicest stretches of riding I’ve ever done. The grade was pretty mild so I was keeping up an 18 mile an hour pace without trying too hard. It was nice to be making up some of the time I’d lost coming up where at points my computer would tell me I’d dipped below 5 miles an hour. You can walk that fast.

It wasn’t long before I turned out from under the canopy and was staring down a huge descent. I pedaled hard and then got my hands out to the furthest position on my bars I could to get more aerodynamic and readied for some high speed craziness. I held 30 miles an hour for a bit and topped out at 42. It was terrifying and exhilarating. Cars were passing me, but not that quickly. I wondered what I looked like barreling down that hill from a passing cars perspective. I coasted for a solid three miles at a really fast clip, like scary fast. When the pitch got closer to level I slowed to around 18 or 20, started pedaling again and sat up. My eyes were watering and my ears were ringing from the loud woosh of wind that had been tearing past them. I had to purposefully make my body relax as everything was tensed and tight from the descent. Relax your toes now. Stretch your hands and get the blood flowing again. Roll your neck. Unclench your teeth. Woo!

It was no time before I pulled up on the rest area I had been looking for. I saw a few bikes parked along the edge of the trees. I parked and sat to eat lunch. Some bike punks came up from the river and asked which direction I was going. I told them West and they asked what was up ahead for them, heading back towards Portland. I told them I hated to break it to them but they had some climbing to do. The first guy said they figured as much but that I was in for a nice downhill and then flat to the ocean. My only potential rough spot was the road into Tillamook bringing a strong headwind and a stronger stench of cow manure. Tillamook was home to the famous Tillamook cheddar and the dairies that produced it. I had heard something about the smell but had forgotten. My new friends told me it was a force, to be sure.

We chatted a bit more about gear and they headed out, the lead bike flying a Jolly Roger that had been stapled to a stick and duct taped to the rack on the back. Nice."

Here is the cover: