In addition to general laziness and procrastination, I feel like there’s a lack of focus. Read into that as you will. Anyways, I had a spare domain name registration available so I decided to start up bicycledistrict.com. It’s another blog but this one’s going to be only about bike stuff.

The Joke Is Up will still remain but will be for everything else which means it’ll probably be primarily about music, design, food, travel, or whatever else I end up writing about. While that clarifies The Bicycle District, that seems to continue a lack of focus on this blog. Maybe so, but let’s try this: Bicycle District = bikes. Joke Is Up = me.

Since I know there’s a lot of folks that care about the previous but not the latter, and a small amount of folks that care about the latter but not the previous separating the two things will hopefully make both blogs better and will lead me to post more often.

1. Fixed off-road is friggin’ awesome.
I went riding with Topanga Creek Bicycles on Sunday morning on an easy-paced 20-mile ramble along the nearby fire roads of Topanga Canyon and Dirt Mulholland. There was nothing really technical, but a fair amount of climbing. One of the bike projects I’d had in mind since… Japan, I guess, was building up a fixed cross bike using a Surly Dingle Cog for both off- and on- road duty. Well, I finally got that bike together and this was its maiden dirt voyage. The bike climbs like a champ. Like a serious mountain goat. So awesome. This was countered, however, by my perhaps over-cautious downhill descents. I was running slicks so I didn’t want to wipe out, and yet while I came close a few times I was able to recover thanks to the feedback from the fixed wheel.

Also, it was an absolutely gorgeous day. I needed that ride if only to get out of the city for a little while. Here’s a crappy iPhone pic. Forgot to bring a real camera.

2. You can remove a front derailleur without breaking the chain.
How did I not discover this until now? The mechanism is so obvious. As a result of this newly acquired knowledge, I spent last night moving derailleurs around between bikes testing different crank/derailleur combinations. It’s something I’d been meaning to do but put off because I thought it was going to be too much trouble.

3. Hooray for downtube shifters!
I had always been more of a bar-end shifter kind of guy, but liked the look of downtube shifters for their simplicity and elegance. Well, the indexing on my bar-end shifters for my main ride had been feeling funny as of late. I think it’s because I had been running my cable housing underneath my entire handlebar length instead of having the cables come out the front as usual. The extra housing length and bends were probably causing too much friction. At any rate, I had a pair of Suntour downtube friction shifters sitting in my parts box so rather than fiddle with the bar-ends I put those on. So pretty. So simple. So pleasant. I’m still a fan of my bar-ends. I’m saving them for one of my next bicycle projects – putting dirt drop handlebars on my mountain bike.

I think the festival was stronger than ever this year for Los Angeles, both in attendance and in the programs screened. There were lots of great films this year including a 1956 Japanese feature called “Keirin Queen” subbed by BFF staff and brought to the U.S. for the first time. A French film, “Le Dernier Voyage of Maryse de Lucas”, a story of two friends riding out to the countryside to spread on of the friend’s mother’s ashes, had Bronwyn literally in tears. And a redubbed parody of “Midnight Ride”, a Banana Republic and Vanity Fair produced short that takes place during a Midnight Ridazz ride, got uproarious cheers from the crowd. “Midnight Ride” has recently been taken down, I’m guessing because of the negative response it was getting throughout the bike community. How’s that for viral marketing gone wrong? The parody was on YouTube, but was removed because of copyright violations.

Other great things that went on were an opening night concert with Deerhunter, a bicycle art show, goldsprints, and a Sunday block party in the Bicycle District.

Here are the photos I posted on my flickr.

Be sure to check the festival out if it’s coming to a town near you.

Timelapse – Los Angeles Wildfire from Dan B. on Vimeo.

Frankie Manning died this morning due to complications with pneumonia. He was one of the grandfathers of Lindy Hop, dancing and acting as de facto choreographer for the famous group Whitey’s Lindy Hoppers, and revolutionizing the dance with his unique style and the introduction of the first aerial steps. I know when a lot of people think of swing dancing, they think of people doing crazy flips and tricks. Well, that was all Frankie’s doing.

He danced with Whitey’s until the group disbanded around World War II. In 1947, he started his a new group, the Congaroos, that performed until 1955 at which point Frankie started working for the postal service and was under the radar until the ’80s.

In the early ’80s, Al Minns, another member of Whitey’s Lindy Hoppers, was teaching lindy hop in dance studio in New York, but he died in 1985. Before passing, he told his students that Frankie Manning was still kicking around New York. Steven Mitchell and Erin Stevens tracked Frankie down and convinced him to come back out of retirement and continue teaching Lindy.

The rest, as they say, is history. Popularity grew, spreading slowly as things did before the internet, and then finally exploded in the late ’90s. While swing dancing now doesn’t have the same popularity it did in the ’90s, it’s definitely matured and stabilized into its own solid subculture and Frankie’s contribution to the dance’s resurrection is undeniable.

Frankie died one month from his 95th birthday and had been dancing and teaching the whole time. I was lucky enough to take a class with him back in December of 2002 and just seeing the joy in his face and his vitality was so inspiring. The Japanese have a word for it – genki – which I’m still not exactly sure how to put into English words but it essentially means healthy hardiness, good spirits, and a cheerful mood. Frankie was totally genki. I wouldn’t have been surprised if the man went on to live until he was 120.

At any rate, here are a few videos to commemorate the man.

This one has pretty crappy audio, but it does a good job of showing Frankie looking genki, as well as Norma Miller, another dancer for Whitey’s who’s still around. I belive this came from Ken Burns’ jazz documentary.

One of my favorite clips of Whitey’s Lindy Hoppers dancing to “Cotton Tail” as performed by Duke Ellington. Frankie is the first guy to go out.

And finally one of the most famous swing dancing clips out there from the movie Hellzapoppin. Frankie’s in the overalls.

Rest in peace, and thank you.

Which bike has an acceptable level of manliness? These are tricky questions. As the parade of 10-speeds, mountain bikes and, more recently, fixed-gear designs knocked the upright, old-school bicycle off the road, accouterments like fenders and chain guards came to be seen — by men, at least — as eccentric. If a guy is going to get on a bike, he wants to imagine he’s Lance Armstrong, not Pee-wee Herman.

The article does go on to list a Dutch bike’s disadvantages, particularly its large weight (around 50lbs) and sluggishness that makes it difficult to manage carrying up stairs or navigating through traffic. BikeSnobNYC notes:

the Dutch city bike invasion is yet another example of fashion disguised as practicality. More accurately, it’s fashion backlash disguised as practicality. What happens when people start wearing baggier and baggier pants? Tight pants make a sudden comeback. What happens when ratty trucker caps become all the rage? Clean, flat-brim fitted caps supplant them. What happens when microbrews take over the country? There’s a renewed interest in PBR. And so forth. So what happens when impractically minimalist bikes become fashionable? Impractically practical bikes suddenly seem a lot more attractive.
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And that’s what’s so annoying about the fixed-gear fad and the fixed-gear backlash. They both seem to subscribe to a notion that there’s no middle ground, and they only define themselves in terms of the other. Hate track bikes? Ride a tank! Don’t like sluggish bikes? Ride a track bike!

One of my bike friends from back in L.A., John Vu, had a great rant on the iBOB list. (Emphasis is mine.)

I love Dutch bikes, but they just aren’t very suited to places like L.A. They are great if your radius is like five flat miles, preferably with good bike infrastructure, but here a lightweight with 28mm tires, fenders, a saddlebag, and a generator light is much more useful.

On any given day in L.A. I can be at work near the beach in Santa Monica and out exploring the hills of Eagle Rock with friends, assisted by the train or bus. I just can’t imagine doing all that on a Dutch bike, sorry. If you don’t believe me try schlepping one up stairs or just onto a bus rack.

And it’s folly to suggest that you need a certain kind of bike to wear non-bikey clothes. My friends and I ride those kind of bikes all over the city, almost always in “regular clothes.”

While I’m ranting: I’m a bit tired of the attitudes embodied by the Copenhagen Cycling Chic and similar blogs. They’ve said what needed to be said: Look, people around the world ride bikes for transport in regular clothes. But what needs to be said now is that we aren’t all so lucky to live in a bike-friendly city and if we are to make progress we have to just start riding and not worry that we don’t have ideal bike situations. Perfect is the enemy of good.

I think we can humanize cycling without Dutch-style town bikes and separated bike lanes and such. Also, I’m a bit put off by how they look down on people who do anything remotely recreational or sporty on a bike or bike enthusiasts. Aim your rod brakes elsewhere.

Another unintended effect is that the nonrider who doesn’t live in a bike-friendly city will read these blogs and see the images of idyllic city bike culture and contrast it with what their car-centric cities, giving them another excuse to not ride. I have this conversation several times a week, the “L.A. is too dangerous to ride in, unlike Portland/Davis/Amsterdam/San Francisco” talk, and I wish I didn’t have to. The idea is to agitate for better bike infrastructure, but now is that going to happen if everyone is afraid to get on a bike in the first place?

He brings up a lot of great points – the reality that bikes can belong to everyone without resorting to the “impractically practical” or snubbing those who have sporty enthusiasm for cycling, and that circumstances are different for every area and pining for a cycling utopia can hurt the cause of bike advocacy.

Case in point of the impractically practical: Back in L.A., Bronwyn had two bikes. One was a lovely, restored, electro-forged Schwinn. The other (and the one she brought to Japan) is a late 90′s GT road bike. Both are really cool bikes, but the Schwinn probably had a good 20 pounds on the GT. Between our apartment and the Saturday morning farmer’s market was a big hill. Guess which bike got taken out on those Saturday mornings more often. Hint: it wasn’t the one with the basket.

Of course Japan has its own form of the Dutch bike – the mamachari.

While it shares many of the same attributes as the Dutch bikes – chainguard, fenders, rack, and lights – it lacks a few notable things. Namely, the fashionista condescension and the $1000 price tag (mamacharis sell for around $150 at department and hardware stores). They carry the same cultural cool as I’m sure Dutch bikes do in the Netherlands – which is to say none. As the NYT writes, “riding a bicycle to work in a suit and tie is as notable an act as drinking a cup of coffee, there is no bike culture — all culture includes the bike.” Though there certainly is a bike culture in Japan, as I’m sure there is one in the Netherlands.

Like John, I do actually like Dutch bikes and mamacharis. I’d never own one because they’re too limited for the kind of riding I do, but I appreciate their place as an everyday practical tool that is useful for and accessible to many. They’re certainly better than the boat-anchor “mountain” bikes available in Wal-Marts throughout the States on which you’d be a fool to actually take off-road (about which an interesting discussion worth reading was coincidentally started on the bikepirates livejournal community today). It’s the fetishization of European cityscapes, and the divisive one-or-the-otherness between the trop pratique and the trop sportif that I find so distressing. It is one of the primary problems in the perception of cycling in the United States. Bikes can be a part of culture, not just bike culture, but Dutch bikes aren’t the only magical keys that can do it.

ADDENDUM: As another coincidence, Bronwyn forwarded the same NYT article to me while I was composing this post. Looks like it’s getting around. While I have my disagreements with the article, I’m at least happy to see increased visibility of bike topics.

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I took the quiz at careertest.net which determines your personality using the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator and gives you a list of recommended careers that match your personality. I hadn’t taken it for a while. I used to come up as an INFP or ENFP (with my results sitting about 50/50 for the Introversion and Extroversion scale). Taking the test now I’ve found that because of having experience in a work environment and in life in general I understand myself a better that before. Naturally my answers have changed. Now I am pegged as an ENTP. Reading the temperament’s description from careertest.net and other sources I’d say it’s pretty spot on, more so than the descriptions for either INFPs or ENFPs. For outside verification, I showed Bronwyn and she pretty heartily agreed it was a match.

ENTP’s value their ability to use imagination and innovation to deal with problems. Trusting in their ingenuity to get them out of trouble, they often neglect to prepare sufficiently for any given situation. This characteristic, combined with their tendency to underestimate the time needed to complete a project, may cause the ENTP to become over-extended, and to work frequently beyond expected time limits. Complicating this situation is their predisposition to experiment with new solutions. This makes them eager to move on to the next challenge when things get boring. ENTP’s become stressed when their improvisational abilities are ineffective and they will avoid circumstances where they might fail.

If stress continues, ENTP’s become distracted and their “can do” attitude is threatened. Feelings of incompetence, ineptness, and inadequacy take over. They need to escape situations that are associated with anxiety is more prominent for the ENTP than for any other personality type. Doubtful of whether they will have what it takes to accomplish a task, they displace their fears onto situations they can elude. Panic, fear, and anxiety then block the expression of their creativity. Defensive phobic reactions cause the ENTP to circumvent achievement in other areas and prevent the success they strive on.

The careers they list for this personality type include:
systems designer, venture capitalist, actor, journalist, investment broker, real estate agent, real estate developer, strategic planner, political manager, politician, special projects developer, literary agent, restaurant/bar owner, technical trainer, diversity manager, art director, personnel systems developer, computer analyst, logistics consultant, outplacement consultant, advertising creative director, radio/TV talk show host

I find the mention of venture capitalist, investment broker, and real estate agent or developer rather amusing not because they’re fields in which I’m interested but because they would seem like very unfortunate choices given the economic climate.

Actor, journalist, politician, even radio host were actually the jobs I had in mind back in middle school and high school in response to the classic question “What do you want to be when you grow up?” I did tons of theater in high school and a bit in college and loved it. The industry side of acting and the irregularity of work is what turned me off from that path, though I do do a bit of acting-for-profit here in Japan (but that’s a story for another post). Radio host would also be a difficult industry to get in to, plus I don’t think I’d have the chops for it. Politican? There are far more qualified people than me out there, plus I’m probably too much of a lush to win public office anyways. Journalist? Maybe. Not sure why I ever discounted that as an option. I did write for a newspaper back in college but found that it was difficult to come up with quality writing on a regular basis with deadlines looming.

The positions of creative director and art director do appeal to me, as does a position as an information architect (which I guess is kind of like a systems designer?). As a web and graphic designer, I enjoy coming up with creative solutions to design problems, but I also find that I enjoy researching, brainstorming, and building concepts and themes more than executing the design itself. At my old job, we had a new person come on in our department as a Production Artist. He was assigned to work with me. While my position was Designer, I would communicate design concepts to the P.A. and he would come up with the designs themselves, then we’d split the actual production work. It was very effective and I enjoyed working in that role, but that dynamic is more like what would happen between an Art Director and a Designer. At any rate, these results tell me that perhaps I’m already in the right career path, just not on the right rung on the ladder.

The other jobs on the list don’t interest me so much, except for restaurant/bar owner. I lit up at the mention of that. Visions of my ideal pub instantly sprang to mind. A dozen beers on tap, special emphasis on local microbrews. A simple wine list, all Southern Californian. Simple and fresh yet hardy grub. The menu would be short, even seasonal – we wouldn’t make a wide variety of food but what we’d make we’d make well. Exposed brick, lots of dark wood, shelves and shelves of my CDs and vinyl (side benefit being that it gets OUT of my apartment). In fact, now that I think about it, my own restaurant wouldn’t be a half bad idea. I do find that when I go into restaurants I mentally tick off things that I like or I would do differently. And after going to Hiroshima and going crazy for their okonomiyaki, I was convinced that a real-deal okonomiyaki joint open late would be wildly successful in L.A. Still am. It’d be the next big thing in post-bar gnoshing. Don’t you go stealing my idea.

Of course the small-business entrepreneurial spirit extends past a restaurant. I’ll admit that I’ve often fantasized of opening up my own bike shop, as I’m sure many bike enthusiasts have. We’d focus on practical commuting and touring bikes, clothing and accessories. Featured bike brands would be Jamis, Raleigh, Masi, Kona, and Swobo. Maybe that’s too many. Maybe drop Jamis since Hollywood Pro Bicycles Topanga Creek Bicycles has them covered. Of course we’d also be able to get in Soma and Surly for buildups (we’d specialize in Big Dummies). Proper fenders – metal and plastic, racks from Blackburn, Tubus and Nitto, lights galore – dynamo and battery powered, practical clothing that can be worn on the bike or in the office, bags from Carradice, Ortlieb, and Jandd. No carbon fiber to speak of unless you wanted a special order, and I’d spend my slow hours hunting down deals or donations on solid, reliable vintage and used parts that we could turn around and sell. Think Recycled Cycles in Seattle with a bigger BOBish flair, or Velo-Orange in brick-and-mortar form. Oh, and to top it off I’d learn how to build my own frames and sell those as a custom option as well. Yeah, now I’m really fantasizing.

The reality of the difficulties of a small-business owner are discouraging and the risks of failure daunting (there’s that ENTP trait talking). Still, it’s something to consider. First I need to think about finish off paying all the student loan debt I already have before taking on more debt from starting a business.

Finally, one other career path I’ve been toying with that isn’t on that list is Urban Planning. It’d probably involve me heading to UCLA for a Masters, but I think the field is something that’s important and timely, especially considering our new administration’s commitment to such things as environmental protection and sustainability, and investment in technology and infrastructure. It’d be a way to affect things like alternative transportation and livable streets on an institutional level. I suppose the question is would I enjoy the work. I certainly feel passionate about the subject, but perhaps an internship somewhere would help me determine if the job itself would be right for me. I’ve also got a couple of fellow Pomona alums who did the program at UCLA. How convenient that the reunion is coming up.

Coming to Japan after the wedding was highly symbolic in that it was a fresh beginning. But I think that, more accurately, Japan itself isn’t the beginning; it’s been the intermission. It’s allowed me to break away from the routine I had fallen in to in L.A. and given me time to consider the next step. It’s obviously a source of anxiety, but at the same time it’s exciting.

I’ve had a dream 3-day bike camping trip bubbling in my head all winter long. Day one would involve riding out to Mt. Daisen, the tallest mountain in western Japan on the other side of the prefecture, and setting up camp. On the second day, we’d hike to the mountain’s summit, then come back down and celebrate our achievement by heading to the nearby Ganbarius brewery and enjoying some tasty Japanese beers that aren’t Sapporo, Kirin, or Asahi. On the third day, we’d ride back, fat and happy.

Only recently with the warmer weather was it possible, so with the forecast looking fantastic all weekend Bronwyn took a vacation day on Monday. I actually had a bit of business to take care of during the day in Yonago, so Bronwyn and I took the train out there with bikes and panniers in tow, dropping them off at the train station’s bike parking lot for a few of hours while Bronwyn enjoyed hanami with friends.

Departing from Yonago we started the 20km ride up Daisen along route 24. Even though it was a short distance, it still took a good two and a half hours or so because it was entirely uphill ending with a long and constant 12% incline for the last couple of kilometers. Still the weather was perfect, sunny and fair at a comfortable 20 degrees C.

Though my original plan for the weekend had us riding out of Tottori, it was probably a good that we left from Yonago as I expect the last thing we’d want to do after riding some 70km would be to tackle the mountain weighed down by a full camping load.

Upon arriving at Daisen-ji, the small ski town at the base of Daisen’s summer hiking trail we set up camp and had a dinner of packaged camp food. There’s also conveniently a Mont-Bell outdoors equipment store where we picked up some snacks for the hike the next day.

We woke up early with the sunrise on Sunday. Breakfast was coffee and packaged camp hashbrowns that were entirely unsatisfying. I want to start bringing out real food for bike camping trips. I think I could’ve done a better breakfast with actual potatoes and other real ingredients.

Finishing breakfast we started the hike. It was only about 2.6km long, but with an elevation gain of around 500m. To make things more interesting, there was still plenty of snow on the ground starting from right around the timberline. Thankfully the snow was compacted from previous hikers and had been thinning from a week of warmer temperatures so it was totally manageable in our regular hiking shoes with the aid of some trekking poles.

Near the top there’s actually a wooden boardwalk of sorts that takes you to the very end where a large cabin is available for mountaineers to use for sleeping if they were making a multi-day trek out of this. We pulled out our little Pocket Rocket stove and boiled some water to hungrily devour our packets of food while enjoying the views.

It took about three hours to make the ascent. The way down was a little trickier. It was early afternoon and the sun had turned a lot of the snow into slush making for some slippery navigation, but it only took about two and a half hours to return to our camp. Along the way, right around where the snow started, we bumped into a group of friends from Yonago who were on their way up the mountain. I don’t think they knew what to expect, though, as one of them was wearing jellies. Probably not the best idea for trudging through snow.

To kill some time before dinner we headed to the Daisen temple and shrine. It was a very peaceful, beautiful area, but our muscles, after a winter of laziness, were starting to ache from the hike and the stone steps of the temple were a small challenge in themselves.

The Ganbarius Brewery was a short 5km away, all downhill. We stopped along the way at the Daisen Makiba Milk no Sato dairy farm, which Bronwyn recommended. They had THE BEST soft cream I have ever had and we were hungry enough that it in no way affected our appetite for dinner.

Finally arriving at Ganbarius, something I’d been dreaming of since… well since the last time I was there, we pored greedily over the menu, ordering up a tofu salad, a prosciutto and basil pizza, and a plate of various meat goodness. Mmm!!! Protein and carbs! Exactly what was needed. More importantly, we partook of the nomihodai (all-you-can-drink) special for 1050 yen (about $10) a head. The result was absolute drunken, satiated bliss.

After about two hours of drinking our fill we started the ride back up to our campground. It wouldn’t have been the best way to end the evening, especially considering how drunk we were, but we lucked out as a bus driver stopped and offered to drive us back up the rest of the way saving us from the vicious 12% climb we had struggled through (sober) the day before. With a full stomach, dizzy head, and entirely exhausted body I slept fantastically.

Waking up on Monday, I made a pot of coffee, and we stuck around Daisen-ji until a restaurant opened up at 10am for an early lunch. Refreshed, we started the ride home. The weather was once again perfect, and the descent to sea level was long, fast, and exhilirating. Once we reached route 9, we assumed a slow and easy touring pace of about 20kmh making for a relaxing return to Tottori.

Kudos to Bronwyn for finishing this. Getting up and down the mountain was no small feat in itself, but this is also the first time she’s carried a camping load with her. It was the closest thing she’s had to doing bike touring and I think this was a really important step in mentally preparing herself for the two-month BEE ride. Upon arriving at our doorstep, I told her, “That’s essentially what bike touring is like; touring is just longer.” To which she replied, “I can do that.”

Spring teased us a bit a few weeks ago with warm days and the first bits of sakura, or cherry blossoms. It was followed shortly thereafter with a drop in temperature and even a bit of snow and hail. This weeks the weather has righted itself once again and the sakura are in full bloom. We’ve been taking full advantage of the season by enjoying the outdoors in proper Japanese fashion.

On Sunday I went on a short little ride with a few friends out to the sand dunes and back, stopping to enjoy a cone of nashi (Asian pear) flavored soft cream along the way.

Bronwyn was working that day, translating for a delegation from Hong Kong who had come to observe the Uradome coastal area. We met up after she was done in a park in Tottori where we partook of unhealthy but delicious Japanese fair food including age mochi (deep-fried mochi balls), taiyaki (fried dough shaped like a fish and stuffed with red bean paste), and takoyaki (fried dough balls stuffed with octopus).

Because Bronwyn had worked on Sunday, she was able to take the day off of Tuesday and we used that time to ride our bikes out to Kurayoshi for more sakura viewing. Rather than take the usual coastal route, we opted for the country route which took us up and over a couple of small mountains, passing through the towns of Shikano and Misasa, past Mitoku-san which we had climbed last fall.

Drivers in Japan are generally quite courteous towards cyclists. Though drivers are occasionally perplexed as to what a bicycle is doing on the street rather than the sidewalk, despite the integral prevalence of utility cycling, they are generally quite courteous towards cyclists. They wait for a safe time to pass, then give a safe amount of distance.

We had one rare bit of asshattery on this ride, however. While going down one of the twisty, two-lane mountain roads some idiot driver came up from behind and leaned heavy on his horn for nearly the entire descent. The thing is, the road had a 40kmh speed limit. I was going 60 and doing just fine keeping pace with the next car, a large van, about 200m ahead of me. The driver behind finally found a straightaway where he was able to pass me maybe two thirds of the way down the stretch of road, but of course then had to ride his brakes the rest of the way as he now had the van in front of him. At the bottom of the mountain is a stop light. Of course it was red and of course I ended up pulling right next to the car, waiting for the green for a solid minute and a half. In L.A. I may have verbally berated the driver for his stupidity. That’s a little too forward for Japan, so instead I simply stared him down. The Japanese do not do well with direct eye contact, especially from strangers. It makes them extremely uncomfortable. Not meeting my gaze, the driver simply fidgeted in his seat until the green light finally came and he turned quickly to me and mouthed what looked like “asshole” before speeding off. That felt good.

At any rate, the annoyance of that whole experience was very much overshadowed by the otherwise entirely pleasant ride. The weather was perfect and the scenery gorgeous.

There were a couple of mechanical difficulties. One was a broken seatpost bolt on Bronwyn’s bike early on. It was close enough to town that I quickly zipped over to Cycle Shop Fukuhama for a replacement. The other was a broken chain, also on Bronwyn’s bike that was a fairly quick fix. That was probably due to my improper installation when installing my old 11-34 cassette, LX derailleur, and chain on to her bike and is the primary reason why I much prefer using SRAM chains with their powerlinks – you can break and reassemble the chains without fear of creating a weak link.

Once in Kurayoshi, we grabbed a few beers and enjoyed more unhealthy Japanese fair food under the sakura, the act of which is called hanami, before riding the train back to Tottori where we ended the day relaxing in an onsen, or Japanese hot spring. ?????!