A Primitive Curiosity

A Primitive Curiosity

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Spring Cleaning

I have some rad trips and rides and projects to post but haven't had the motivation to get pen to paper, as it were. So, I'm setting a goal of one post a week until the backlog is clear. Who knows, maybe I will get into the habit of posting more regularly. 

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Wednesday First Impressions

It's just so fucking rad.

 Willapa Hills for Christmas

Made some bags, and ordered a seat system. (more on that later)

Frosty Firelane Five

My Other Brother Darryl rims set up tubeless real nice.

Tuesday, December 15, 2015


Smart, devious, cunning and dangerous. 
I guess we will see how the bike shapes up.

Monday, November 2, 2015

Specalized Pizza Rack

Got the word that these were on the way and thought it would be a nice upgrade to the low riders on the Surly. The addition of a platform up top for odd shaped loads and the ability to mount a light were big selling points. Plus, pizza. 

The excellent parts department at 21st Ave bikes put my name on one and I picked it up and headed home to throw it on. That didn't exactly go to plan, and I quickly retreated back to the shop with offerings of pizza (duh) and beer for a little expert help. 

I think these will eventually be hard to find, and last I heard there were a few left at the shop. So give 21st Ave Bikes a call and maybe they can put your name on one too. 

Pro Packaging 

All of the pizza related cycling accessories. 


That's some classic "Tim's Custom Shit®"




Don't throw away your old tubes!

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Surly Pacer City Jammer

Through a little bit of luck, and a little bit of good bike karma I happened across a Surly Pacer frame for a too good to pass up price a couple months ago. Previously I have had the experience of purchasing a frame set become an albatross with little expensive parts adding up and bigger even more expensive parts dooming the project. This time however, I knew that my parts bin hoarding was about to pay off. I had everything to put this bike together except the wheels and bars. Velo Orange Milan bars were cheap and fit the bill, and eventually a set of Tiagra hubs laced to Mavic 319 rims were built up by yours truly. 

The result is a really classic looking 1x9 city bike that handles and rides like a dream. A special someone couldn't be happier about it turned out, and I couldn't be happier about how much she loves it. 

A basket was mandatory

His/Hers Surly Action 

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Outback Teaser

We didn't finish, but had a ton of fun, met some cool people, and got hungry for more adventuring. I'll get a complete write up put together when I get my film from the trip developed.

Here is the Cross Check loaded and ready business. Just before it got loaded into a car bound for Klamath Falls.

At our endpoint. We self extracted into Bend to get a ride home, and indulged fully in pizza and beer while we waited.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Ice Cold Hot Case 8000/Gifford Gravel 50/Poison Gulch 60

As the three of us rallied at Howard's house on Sunday morning, I still didn't know where we would be riding. Something around Hood River or The Dalles had been thrown around, as had suggestions of the CZ Trail and some Coast Range riding. Mostly, everyone was expecting a vigorous but relatively tame 50-60 miles on gravel roads.

Soon after arriving at the rally point in SE, Nick suggested the Gifford Gravel 50. It fit our needs perfectly. Gravel, 50 miles, and had the added bonus of starting and ending in Yacolt, a part of SW Washington that I haven't explored much and was excited to see. 

As we drove north, I downloaded the GPX to my phone, and cached as many 7.5' quadrangle tiles to Gaia GPS as I could with dwindling service. Arriving in Yacolt, parking was easy at the local market and the weather was chilly, but didn't look foreboding. We put the bikes together and started going up. It was paved. Then we hopped a closed logging road gate, and then up some more, now on gravel. In all we climbed for about 16 miles. Then, slightly down, then up for a couple miles. then down slightly then up more. It was beautiful, the roads were not really "gravel" like in the Willamette valley, but true Forest Service roads with rocks and holes and more rocks. The roads reminded me of the Gunsight Ridge Velodirt route. 29+ would not have been an inappropriate platform for most of the ride.

Wait...Where are we?

We actually started to descend. However, there was more snow than there had been earlier. Like a lot more. If someone hadn't driven the road before we got to this point we would have been fucked. At this point we were well aware that this route was more than 50 miles, and had way more climbing than the 6200' than we were expecting when we started. The thought crossed my mind that a space blanket, a first aid kit and some way to start a fire would have been prudent choices. We were 30 miles from anything, and if something went wrong, we were going to hang out for a while before somebody got back to help.

Snow big deal

Oh Snow

At this point, things got rad. Like really fucking rad. The terrain opened up and it got seriously beautiful. And we started to go down. For miles. We descended two miles, then had another steepish climb. After that we had to be done climbing right? We were 1000' over the 6200' of climbing that we were expecting. But who the fuck cares? We got to the top of the climb and immediately started to rocket down a twisting, exposed, perfect forest road. The water bars were perfect berms to get a little rad while warping downhill. Nick's camera jumped out of his handlebar bag, but because we had just rolled back into the trees, the only soft duffy berm on the whole ride left it unscathed.

Silver Star

When the fun was over, surprise, there was another climb. It was steeper and longer than were expecting, and we had another 15 miles to get back to the car. A rolling 15 miles, with bonus rednecks and shitty paved shoulders. I was tired, my legs were empty, and all I could think about was the fried food roasting under the hot lamp in the Yacolt Trading Post. We rolled the last miles into town, and indulged fully in the corn dogs, chicken strips, and jojos. This ride is amazing, and kinda fucked in a good way. It's a lot of work and extremely committed. I should have been way more prepared and next time I will be.

I was prepared for this flat, but not much else.

Here's my real bitch with this ride. The name Gifford Gravel 50 doesn't even come close to describing how completely demoralizing and totally rad this thing is. Yes, it does travel through the National Forest that bears Gifford Pinchot's name. However, the geographic resources available to an individual naming this route are almost endless. You can see at least four prominent Cascade volcanoes at one point. There is an amazing, and prominent geological feature named Cougar Rock. The route travels through a significant portion of the 1902 Yacolt Burn and I think it circumnavigates the headwaters of the Lewis River.

On the ride home, and during the following day, the three of us who rode it decided that the name should be the Ice Cold Hot Case 8000. However, this is so self referential to our experience that I think it's alienating, and doesn't leave enough to the imagination. Once I got home and looked in detail at the USGS topo I found something. At just about the point this ride peaks, when the scenery is at its best and you are about to burn off most of the 8000' of climbing you will do all day in a glorious, ripping, smile so hard it hurts descent, there is Poison Gulch.

On a clear day the cue sheet says that from this point you can see Mt. Hood, Mt. Adams, Mt. Jefferson and the Three Sisters. That's the kind of route this is you can see four major Cascade volcanoes, while being in the shadow of another (Mt. St. Helens is literally a couple miles away.) It's amazing. Poison Gulch is the kind of colorful place name that adorns places all over the west, and it's too good not to use. For me, this ride is the Poison Gulch 60.

For another perspective on the same ride, and much better pictures, check the 21's Ave Bikes Shop Diary The Gifford Gravel 50 - AKA The Ice Cold Hot Case 8000