Do you have a Trek? Do you love your Trek? Yeah, me too, more than once over in fact. I’m working on a little project, and I’d love your help. If you have a Trek you love, tell me about it! Tell me why you love it, what it inspires you to do, whatever. Send me a photo, leave me a voicemail, Tweet at me, make me a YouTube video, post about it on my Facebook wall, post it on my Google Plus page, post about it on LinkedIn and tag me. Even a few words, I just want to hear about it!
“Wait, so you travel from April to November, and then come back to Minneapolis for the winter? Summer in Minnesota is the reason people tolerate winter here!” I get that response a lot when I describe my job, especially when I actually spent long stretches of winter at home. I travel a ton, obviously, but through all of that travel, I’ve been proud to call Minneapolis home. I spend a lot of time extolling the virtues of this great city, but here are some numbers to back it up.
Our airport is #1 in the nation. I seldom connect through it, but I give myself a little more time before my flight here than I do in most cities, because it is an awfully nice place to hang out. When I land here, I make a beeline for the door, because I can’t wait to get out and enjoy the rest of what Minneapolis has to offer.
Minneapolis-Saint Paul is the healthiest, fittest metro area in the US.
And it’s pretty good for running, too.
Which adds up to Minnesota being the 5th Healthiest State
The Twin Cities have some of the most intelligent and most attractive people in the US.
Minneapolis is the least stressful city in the US.
Possibly related, Minnesota is the least miserable state.
We have two of the top 50 breweries in the world, a number that is threatening to grow as our beer scene explodes.
Travel and Leisure loves us, giving us the number one spot in America for Best Summer, #1 on Cleanliness, Most Intelligent, Best Public Parks and Outdoor Areas.
And while we have that great summer, we make the best of winter, too, with National Geographic’s #4 best winter carnival in the world.
People are starting to notice how nice it is here. Lonely Planet named the Twin Cities one of the Top 10 US Travel Destinations for 2013.
If you’re still not convinced, how about 50 reasons that Minnesota is the best state.
And our future looks awfully bright, too.
And that, my friends, is why I love it here, and why I keep coming back here, no matter how dang cold it gets in the winter.
A couple weeks ago Trek Travel held its year end meetings in Santa Barbara. At the close of our tenth year in business, nearly thirty guides and office staff gathered to recap the year, examine our processes, celebrate our successes, and brainstorm ways to further improve our product and our company as we move forward.
I have participated in our year-end meetings in each of the eight years I’ve guided with Trek Travel, and I will admit that some years are more productive than others. While I still believe that the 2011 meetings were the best we’ve ever had, this year’s meetings were great for a couple big reasons.
This is the first year that we have taken a really big picture approach to the meetings. Everything that was discussed was looked at from an overarching department level and how that affected the company on the whole. Gone was the bickering over the wording the reports we have to fill out at the end of the trip, replaced with discussions of changes we have made or have to make and how they relate to the culture and vision of the company for the future. For those of us who have been around for a while, it was a great reminder of what we’re trying to provide, and for those hired in the last year or two, it was an opportunity to understand the culture and goals of the company and how the decisions made by the office and the president of the company fit into that vision.
In stark contrast to 2011, when we had barely a dozen people at the meetings, this year we had better than half of the company in attendance at the meetings. It’s a pretty rare occasion that we all have the opportunity to get together in one place. Usually when we do it’s at a really busy time with a really packed schedule, either at return guide training in the spring or at the Tour de France. Even in those places, we don’t often all get together. Our fall meetings were an opportunity to get together, talk a little business, talk a little personal life, go for a ride, cook together, go to the beach, go out to dinner together, have a dance party, drink some beer (margaritas, wine, whiskey), and generally enjoy each other’s company. We had new guides in attendance, and we celebrated the guides who have been along for the ride for every one of our ten years. It was a great reminder that we work with an amazing and fun group of people. We all work for the same company, and we interact all year long, but our paths seldom intersect en masse.
This year’s meetings were an awesome reminder of the great group of people we have working together toward a goal of providing cycling vacations of a lifetime. Our smaller size over the years has allowed us to be much more selective about who we hire to work for Trek Travel, and this gathering was an amazing demonstration of the top notch group of people we’ve managed to hire – and more importantly retain. With this group we can continue to put forth a great product that we can all be excited about and proud of, but never truly satisfied with, as we’re all driven to make our product better than the day it was before.
It’s been fun to be a part of this company for the last eight years, and as we celebrate our first ten years in business, I look forward to what we can do in the next ten.
I recently stumbled across an article entitled “Ten Travel Tips on How to Travel Local.” The article focused on various ways a traveler (not tourist) can have a more authentic experience when visiting a new location. Some things could be accomplished in a relatively short trip – shop in the supermarkets, spend time in public places, rent an apartment instead of a hotel. Others required more of a time commitment – including number one on the list, “Take the time and commit to it.”
One item on the list resonated with me more than the others, however, because it is a rather unique approach to understanding a culture. “Read a book about the destination.” When planning a vacation, the books most people reach for are local guidebooks. While a guidebook can be great for planning the day to day stops of a tourist, it does little to guide a traveler to a greater understanding of a location. A guidebook is a great checklist of things you should see, but doesn’t begin to tell you how you should see them.
There are a handful of books I’ve read that have guided the way I’ve experienced an area. Before I left for Australia in the winter of 2009, my aunt and uncle gave me a copy of Bruce Chatwin’s The Songlines. I also brought a copy of Bill Bryson’s Walk About, along on the trip. While I didn’t spend any time in the outback, or anywhere either of these books took place, they gave me a greater understanding of Australia, its people, and how the areas I did visit fit into the context of the entire country, both culturally and historically.
Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises was also an interesting book to have read while traveling in Spain. While I wasn’t drinking from wineskins or watching bullfights, I sat down in cafes and bars with a slightly different mindset. I went from going into a cafe with a goal of getting a drink or something to eat, to walking in and sitting down with a goal of experiencing a meal, of interacting with the place, and of appreciating my surroundings.
I’m currently working on Steinbeck’s Travels With Charley in Search of America. It’s a fantastic book, and I’m thoroughly enjoying comparing my perspectives on places with Steinbeck’s reflections. It’s reminding me of some of the great road trips I’ve taken and stirring my desires to take another. It makes me want to buy an old truck and drive across the country. I have visions of sitting on the tailgate of the truck, looking out over the ocean, drinking coffee.
If you have an upcoming trip, I encourage you to set aside the guidebook and pick up a book that is set in that place. Gain a greater understanding of how life is lived there, so you can experience that as well. If you don’t have a trip planned, grab a book anyway, one that is set in a specific place that is not where you are, and find some inspiration to travel. If you can’t settle on a single place, then maybe you’re destined for a road trip like mine. If that’s the case, Brendan Leonard put together a pretty great list of road trip books you’ll want to read first: The List: The 9 Best Road Trip Books.
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16D. Decent seat. Nothing special. Just another seat on another plane. It’s been my routine for many years. Drive a bit. Ride a bike for a while. Drive some more. Get on a plane. Repeat.
Since my first trip at the Tour de France in 2005, Trek Travel has been my primary source of income. Even when I was out with injury, working for other companies, or just taking a hiatus, when people asked what I did, I told them I worked for Trek Travel.
Seat 16D changes that. I’m on a plane bound for Minneapolis. Trek Travel paid for this flight. Tomorrow morning I will wake up and go through my normal morning routine. Everything will seem normal, but everything will not be normal. For the first time in nearly seven years, when you ask me what I do, I’ll have to correct myself when I say that I work for Trek Travel (it’s been seven years, it’s going to be a hard habit to break). Tomorrow the correct answer to that question is, “I’m the Marketing and Communications Manager for Adventure Fit.”
Seat 16D, this one’s on you. Don’t blow this for me.
My good friends over at Groucho Sports have been hard at work, growing their business, and generally working toward the overall good of mankind. Sometimes I think they’re more focused on the good of mankind than they are on their bottom dollar, and that’s a big part of why I love them so much.
They have presented me with the exciting opportunity to become one of their staff bloggers. My first post went live yesterday, and it was about finding motivation. I’ll need to take some of my own advice, because I’ll be blogging for them weekly, with a new post every Saturday.
I’ll try to post links from here from time to time, but head on over and subscribe to their very awesome blog. The rest of their writers are awesome, and you wouldn’t want to miss out on any of their work. I’m super excited to be a part of this team.
I’ve struggled for a long time with the fact that I haven’t been able to find the thing that will allow me to share the affinity that so many of my friends seem to have for Spain. So many of my friends love it here, speak fondly of their time here, reminisce about places that I’ve felt no connection with. I’ve made some good memories in Spain, but they’ve been fully about the people I was with, and seemed to be in spite of Spain, rather than because of it.
I’ve spent most of my time in Spain in the Girona and Costa Brava area, and a little time in Barcelona. I was thinking I’d have to explore other parts of Spain, because I just didn’t see it. I couldn’t find anything here that I connected with, the roads, buildings, and people were nothing but objects, with nothing behind the facade to connect with. After two weeks here, I was resigned to just get through my time, hammer out my hours in the warehouse, and go home. Late last week I finally got to a point where after hours and hours in the warehouse, surrounded by bikes, on days that could be described as no less than perfect riding days, I just had to get out on a bike.
I finally found that thing that allows me to connect with Spain. It shouldn’t come as a big surprise, I found it from the seat of a bicycle. I had a perfect ride that day. I felt at home. It’s still the only connection I feel with this place. When I’m not on the bike, I still just go through the motions. I’m still not enamored with Spain, but I have something to build on. Maybe someday this place can feel like home, too.
I. Love. My. New. Job.
I spent the last ten days in Colorado for Urban Assault Rides in Fort Collins and Denver. This is the first opportunity I have had to see the full workings of the Urban Assault Ride. My first go round with the event was in Madison, where I was just a volunteer, and while I was around for the whole weekend, I wasn’t looking at the event from a big picture perspective. Then I got the call with a job offer to go to the events as the event MC. In June I flew down to Austin for the ride, got my first chance on the microphone, and started to understand what Urban Assault Ride is all about. Then a few weeks passed before this trip to Colorado, and I still hadn’t really been able to find a groove.
This week I finally got it. I started to build some camaraderie with my new co-workers (having worked for so many years with Dan at Trek Travel definitely made that transition easier). I took a bit more of the lead on stage at Fort Collins and basically ran the show at Denver. I’m getting more comfortable on the microphone and figuring out what needs to be done, as well as finding my own way of doing things that still fits within the vision of the owners of the company. It’s been a long time since I was on a stage or in front of a microphone. I’ve spent years talking to groups of 15-20 a Trek Travel, with the occasional gathering of 50-60 at a wind and cheese night or bike expo. To jump up on a stage in front of 1,500 people, though, is something totally different – and I LOVE it!
The crew at Adventure Fit is awesome to work with, and Urban Assault Ride is such a great event, traveling around the country inspiring people to ride their bikes, supporting local advocacy groups, and drinking beer along the way. I love being a part of it.
I wrote up a press release of sorts for people who want to share some information on the Road ID fundraiser for Ryan. Copy, paste, and share at will. Thank you.
Ryan DeRoche, my friend and colleague, was badly injured in a mountain bike crash in Spain in March. He wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary. He was simply commuting home from work, riding his mountain bike along a footpath near the city of Girona. His front wheel got hung up on a rock or root, and he went over the handlebars. His neck hit the ground first, and he shattered his C4 vertebra. He is now in a rehab facility in Boston, Massachusetts, working toward someday walking again.
In a way, Ryan was very lucky. He didn’t hit his head in the crash, and when he was found, he was able to tell the person who found him who to call and how to get in contact with his friends in Spain. Not everyone who experiences an incident, whether in training, commuting, or just out for a spin or run around the neighborhood, is so lucky. If you have an accident and aren’t able to speak for yourself, who will?
During the 2011 Tour de France, I am donating all of proceeds from my affiliate program with Road ID to Ryan’s recovery. To protect yourself, a friend, or a loved one, and support my friend Ryan, purchase a Road ID through this link. http://bit.ly/ryanroad
The Road ID website doesn’t look any different when you click through that link, but there is a referrer tag built into the link that will assure that your purchase gets credited to my account and passed on to Ryan’s recovery.
For additional information on Ryan, check out the blog I wrote shortly after his accident:
And this entry about my TdF11 Fundraiser:
As well as this article in his local newspaper:
A few weeks ago I teased a series of blog posts called “I Ride For The _____.” Without further ado, the first installation.
I Ride for the:
Freedom – there’s nothing like the freedom of two wheels. Exploration is so much easier on the bike. It’s easy to sneak down an alley, cut between buildings and roll down some stairs. I can pull off suddenly for a closer look at something when I’m on a smaller, more agile machine.There’s freedom in pulling off to snap a photo, a photo of something I’m more aware of because I am a part of my surroundings, rather than isolated from them behind a windshield. There’s freedom in stopping to read the historical or geological information on a roadside plaque or sign, because I don’t have to slam on my brakes and lose what feels like precious seconds on the road. When I’m already moving slower, there’s less urgency in maintaining a high speed. On a bike, a road closure isn’t an inconvenience, it’s an excuse to explore a street or neighborhood I’ve never ridden. There is freedom in rolling up the bike lane during rush hour when others are sitting still, trapped in their cars. On my bike, my route is seldom pre-determined. Each 4-way stop sign isn’t an impediment that slows me down, it’s an opportunity to change course, a decision about where to go next. There is freedom in saying “Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever been on this street before” in a city I’ve called home for over ten years.
I ride for the freedom.
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