Motor City Madness

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02.18.09

Detroit has always been a music town, but after Berry Gordy packed up Motown and moved the label to L.A. in 1972, black artists in the Motor City lost the attention of record-label executives who were busy furiously signing the region’s white bands. By the early 1970s, Detroit’s biggest acts—Iggy Pop, MC5, Bob Seger, Grand Funk Railroad—represented an unbalanced façade concealing the city’s teeming black talent. Columbia Records’ Clive Davis recognized this disparity and offered a contract to three black brothers who had a loud, fast, anti-authoritarian attitude long before punk rock became a household word. They called their band Death.

David, Bobby and Dannis Hackney had grown up listening to Smokey Robinson and the Temptations; in 1973, they bought instruments, and the garage noise that resulted sounded more like the Stooges than the Supremes. Undaunted, they picked a recording studio at random from the phone book to record a demo. The studio head was impressed enough to send the demo to Davis, who loved what he heard and signed the band to a deal. After seven songs were recorded, however, he demanded the band change their name. They refused.

Death continued to play shows, and with the help of Columbia’s advance money even pressed up 500 copies of a 45 rpm single to give away for free around Detroit. And then: nothing. Detroit continued to be a white-boy rock ‘n’ roll scene throughout the 1970s, and Washington, D.C.’s, Bad Brains would take the throne as America’s reigning black punk band—until now. This week, Drag City releases the seven songs Death recorded for Columbia Records 34 years ago as Death . . . For the Whole World to See, causing music historians to rewrite their chapters on black artists in punk rock.

This is the type of good story that’s usually accompanied by mediocre music, but the songs that Death recorded are better than even the most rocking Detroit anthems. “Keep on Knocking” sounds like an outtake from Alice Cooper’s Love It to Death, and “Rock ‘n Roll Victim” nails everything that Destroy All Monsters tried to do years afterward. But it’s the nearly six-minute “Politicians in My Eyes” that makes the best case for the band, with hyperchanging rhythms, acerbic lyrics, insane psychedelic guitar sounds and an epic plea for fairness in an unjust world. With its release this week, finally, that plea is answered.


Pick ‘n’ Choose

02.18.09

Unrivaled in glittering ghastliness, the Oscar totters on toward its centennial. The number of facelifts adds to the tight smiles all around. Unlike your slutty upstart award shows, here sumptuary laws keep the stars in basic black, cleavage squeezed with lobster-claw savagery by boob-hating designers.

The ensemble gathers to deck that studio leviathan in laurels or gild that little-movie-that-could. (So quickly, the little-movie-that-could becomes the little-movie-that-won’t-go-away.)

The highlights this year, unless Wall-E shows up to trash-compact host Hugh Jackson, will be the Parade of the Dead. It’s always stirring to see who gets the biggest posthumous round of applause. After that, we get to find out what senescent Academy members, so soon to be in that parade, think is the deepest wrong: the Holocaust, the suppression of gay people or the plight of Indian urchins.

I’d rather kick the nominees when they’re down, but I’ll kick them when they’re up.

On Saturday, Feb. 21, all five Best Picture nominees are playing in a row at San Francisco’s AMC Van Ness 14 from 10:30am to midnight; sitting through this would be the perfect method for achieving the gaga state of an elderly Academy Member.

And the nominees are:

‘Nixon/Frost’ Not as compelling as Carter/Amy Goodman, less facetious than Leno/McCain. If we’d just given him the Italian shoes, history would have been different. Unusually good for a Ron Howard movie, and yet still very much a Ron Howard movie, trying to pour some oil on waters that have good reason for still being troubled. One might feel more of a pang for the mendacious old war criminal if he’d been rehabilitated in jail instead of on TV. And he was rehabilitated, not disgraced—remember?

‘Slumdog Millionaire’ The best policy is just to nod and smile when people bring this front runner-up. It’s better than growling that this movie is the combination of the least of Dickens and the worst of Bollywood, a polychrome piñata stuffed with caricatures, such as the vision of America where we drive to India in a Mercedes, watch the police punch a kid in the eye and then give ’em a Benjamin afterward as a token of our part-time compassion; where, when thugs slash your face, you get this artistic scar that looks like an expensive henna tattoo; where, when you fall into the dung, a movie star gives you his autograph afterward; and where, when you’re arrested, the cops say, “So! The slumdog barks!” like they’ve seen Aladdin. Watch the upcoming Gomorra for comparison: it’s the difference between a filmmaker trying to clean out an open sewer and a filmmaker like Danny Boyle just getting off on the rot.

‘The Curious Case of Benjamin Button’ And this one is all about the Benjamins. This film gave a lot of people a lot of jobs, and that needs to be remembered, though it won’t be, since even Frost/Nixon (another case of misremembered history) has a better chance of coming home with the gold. It’s larded with sequences like that 15-minute bit to explain why a lady crossed the street. (To get to the other side?) The oddly sexless script by Joe Roth took an interesting century and made it bland. Having shed his black relatives, the titular Benjamin can safely ignore the Civil Rights era in ’60s New Orleans. Eventually, he seeks solace at the banks of the Ganges, and unfortunately the slumdog urchins weren’t there to pick his well-padded pocket.

‘The Reader’ Aka Hanna, She-Cougar of the SS, this film outed a popular if forbidden sexual fantasy (“Auf with ze clothes! Mach schnell!”). What else could explain this drab, nigh colorless film’s success, other than the Nazis-were-people-too theme or the scene of Ralph Fiennes pulling an appropriate face as he wandered through a death camp, lonely as a cloud?

‘Milk’ In addition to being the best film on this list, it’s the one really personal film, unmistakable as the work of anyone other than Gus Van Sant. And here is the least vainglorious and most appealing acting ever done by Ross’ own Sean Penn. Take the quality of this film and add to it its relevance—the way it rebukes that slight margin of our state that declared gay people will never be quite as good as straight people. Proof that a movie can be about something without being something of a bore.

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The Tour of California is Hella Rad, Dude, and Since It’s Called the Tour of California It’s Okay to Call it ‘Hella Rad, Dude’

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I was talking with Loretta at Centro Espresso and we both agreed that yesterday’s Stage One of the Tour of California was our favorite so far. Neither of us could put a finger on exactly why. The scene downtown was the same as it’s always been, the finish was made less thrilling by the officials’ decision to end the race after the first circuit, but still, we were both just totally stoked about it for some intangible reason.

The rain was at its least pelting when I looked up into the sky past the jumbotron and saw the helicopter edging sideways down Fourth Street. Exhaust fumes from a nearby trailer were making me a little woozy, so I moved next to the dumpster, atop which sat two kids, totally excited. Finally, the racers were coming into downtown Santa Rosa: “They just passed Foster’s Freeze!” yelled a spectator, in glasses and a beanie. “And Grocery Outlet!” yelled another.

The band at Fourth and Mendocino launched into the Jimi Hendrix version of “The Star Spangled Banner.” Mancebo roared into town, then the rest of the guys. Something about the rain made it special, like we all deserved it. I ran over to the finish line just in time to watch Mancebo cross and jubilantly pump his fist in the air over and over. It was cute.

Headed over to the Astana Team Bus, right across from the library, where a crowd of people gathered to try and catch a glimpse of the man of the hour, Lance Armstrong. Behind me, a team worker loaded up the bikes, and Armstrong’s yellow-and-black bike stuck out from the rest. Staring at it was a little like staring at Doug Martch’s Stratocaster up close; not in awe if the thing itself but of what one person can do with it. I’ve worked on a lot of bikes in my life, developing an intimate knowledge of derailers and brake cables and freewheels and hubs, and it was exciting to see the same equipment on a bike that’d just been ridden by a seven-time Tour de France winner.

Eventually, both Armstrong and Leipheimer came out, with Johan Bruyneel, and talked to reporters for a few minutes. Umbrellas blocked my view, but I could hear hordes of autograph-seeking kids emitting pleading peeps of “please. . . please. . . please. . .” It only lasted for a few minutes, and then it was all over, as I heard a collective sigh of disappointment. In the distance, Armstrong and Leipheimer hopped into a black town car with tinted windows, and rode off down Third Street.

Cycle Jerks

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02.11.09

TRIBUTE: A fresh vase of flowers and day-old balloons adorned with personal messages mark the spot where Liz Garcia died on her bike last October.

While the amount is still in question, no one disputes that Liz Garcia had been drinking the evening of Oct. 22, 2008. After dinner with friends at Santa Rosa’s Tex Wasabi’s restaurant, she stopped at the Round Robin bar just south of College and Mendocino avenues. Upon leaving the bar, she rode her BMX bike through a red light at that same intersection. Her bike did not have lights. She was not wearing a helmet. Struck by a young motorist who did not see her in time to stop, she slammed against the vehicle’s windshield and then landed on the road. The next day, Liz Garcia was pronounced dead.

The death of this 26-year-old woman left friends and family members heartbroken. Garcia’s memory is still so fresh in the minds of her loved ones, a close-knit group of friends who call themselves the “A-Team,” that they have decorated the northeast traffic pole of the intersection with pictures, candles, flowers, balloons and letters in her honor, a vigil that has stayed intact for over three months after the accident. Driving by, you can still see Garcia’s friends visiting the site to pay respect and mourn their loss.

In the North Bay, people are increasingly leaving their cars at home and taking their bikes when possible. An ancillary to this new carbon-saving revolution is that people are also taking their habits out with their bikes. Combining biking with wine tours, trips to local breweries and the general abundance of wineries throughout the North Bay prompts the question: Is drinking and biking an issue?

On paper, the answer is yes. The legislation aimed at drunk biking is very similar to that of drunk driving. Drunken bikers can be taken into custody and have their driver’s license suspended just like a DUI. Santa Rosa officers mounted their first-ever sweep of biking infractions on Nov. 6, just weeks after Garcia’s death, issuing 27 citations and 13 warnings in an effort that they admitted was prompted by the young woman’s death.

To get a Sonoma County law enforcement perspective, it made sense to begin the search for information at the Sonoma County Sheriff’s Department. Surely, of any law enforcement agencies in the North Bay, they should have some useful information. “Oh, well we deal mostly with Windsor and Sonoma. You’ll want to try Santa Rosa Police on Sonoma Avenue,” the officer explains.

The Sheriff’s Department may not be aware of this issue, but Santa Rosa Police must have some idea. Anyone can see the bicyclists cruising up and down Santa Rosa’s downtown strip of bars on Fourth Street. The officer at the desk explains that no one is available. No one is available later either, but the officer at the desk does speak to a rise in biking accidents, cautioning that there is no information linking the accidents to drinking.

“I have never been caught by the cops. I did have a wreck, but that was because I didn’t have lights. I couldn’t see where I was going and I hit a parked car,” admits Santa Rosa resident Dani Lantta. Lantta has had four to five biking accidents while intoxicated; she can’t remember how many. It has been about a year since she biked drunk, but during this time her drunken cycling stints were about two to three times per week. Lantta also only biked within a mile from her home, which is where all of her accidents took place.

Christine Culver, the executive director for the Sonoma County Bicycle Coalition, is unaware of any potential problems. “I haven’t thought about [drinking and biking]. It has not been brought up as an issue,” Culver says. She adds, “[Sonoma County Bicycle Coalition] reaches out with safety campaigns and helmet use. We urge people to follow the rules of the road, use proper lighting. The rules of the road do include not biking while intoxicated, but,” Culver says, “it’s low on the radar.”

Santa Rosa resident Bryce Paulson regularly rides while intoxicated. Like Lantta, Paulson has been in multiple accidents and has never been in trouble with the police. “I wave to them,” he says. “I also have these intense lights. They are gnarly. Cops love them.” Lights do seem to make a difference, and as far as injuries, Paulson remains unscathed. “I have hurt cars and I have hurt my bike, but I have never been injured.”

Kim Baenisch, the executive director for the Marin County Bicycle Coalition, feels that drinking and biking is low on the radar as well. “I have not heard of it being an issue. It could be that we don’t have wineries,” Baenisch says. She later adds, “There has never been a need to address drinking and biking, though we have addressed it in a more general way by educating people on the rules of the road.”

Downtown Santa Rosa resident Joe Hyland says that he rides under the influence almost every night. “I am not necessarily drunk, but have been drinking,” Hyland says. Two weeks before Hyland’s interview, he had his first run-in with Santa Rosa police while intoxicated on his bike.

He had purchased a six-pack from the market inside of the College Avenue 440 Club. Hyland had been drinking, was riding against traffic and had run a red light when police pulled him over. “The officers were laughing amongst themselves and asked me, ‘Have you been drinking?'” Hyland recalls. The police ran his information and found that Hyland was on probation. He tried negotiating with officers and let them know he was just going to see a girl. The police officers told Hyland if this girl was able to pick him up within five minutes, they would let him go. The girl showed up. The police let him go.

Healdsburg police officer Allison Hurley says that drinking and biking is not an issue for Healdsburg. “I have been here 12 years and have only had one arrest,” Hurley says. What about the wine country bike tours in this area? These tours, designed for visitors to take scenic bike rides to and from the wineries of Sonoma County must have had an incident or two.

“Bike tours are in the county jurisdiction,” Hurley says.

There are two wineries, Mill Creek Vineyards and Winery and Alderbrook Winery, within 1.3 miles of the Healdsburg police station. These same wineries are considered to be “out of Healdsburg jurisdiction,” and there are many more just up Westside Road.

Could it just be that there are not enough eyes on the road? Lisa Mott, who serves wine at Mill Creek’s tasting room, says, “These roads are patrolled by the county, but I work from 9:30am to 5:30pm and I only see about one sheriff drive by a day.”

Mott also expresses her concerns for wine bike tourists. “I just know one of these days there is going to be an accident. There are blind turns [along Westside Road]. It’s really dangerous,” Mott says. When asked if she had ever run into intoxicated cyclists while working at Mill Creek, she says, “No. It hasn’t been an issue yet.”

Tasting-room servers from Alderbrook also say drinking and biking has never been an issue for them. “Bikers come in, taste and spit, find the bottle they like and take off,” says server Shannon White.

John Mastrianni of Wine Country Bike Tours assures that drunken cycling is not and has not been an issue for his company. In the company’s literature, there are a lot of cautions about drinking and biking. Flyers and brochures include slogans like “Don’t drink and ride” and “Ride sober—spit if you are tasting wine.” Wine Country Bike Tours also requires participants to sign an agreement limiting alcohol intake.

Nick Wierzba of Napa Valley Bike Tours has a similar take. “It’s a sensory experience. It’s not a bar-type experience,” says Wierzba. “Our guests are responsible people, and we do four tastings over six hours and we have lunch somewhere in there.”

Rock ‘n’ Roll Sunday School, a weekly dance party held at the Zoo off of Santa Rosa Avenue, recently held a raffle to promote bicycle-safety and awareness. The prizes included helmets, bike lights and other bike-safety paraphernalia that Davina Barron, close friend of Garcia, gathered from various bicycle stores as donations.

Barron and the other members of the “A-Team” are now making an effort to reach out about bicycle safety. In addition to mourning the loss of Garcia, Barron and other members of the “A-Team” have felt a social backlash. “We read the comments on the Santa Rosa Press Democrat website, and people are slamming us. It doesn’t help that there is a lot of false information that has been released,” Barron says. She also insists that Garcia had only had one drink the night of her fatal accident. She attributes the accident to bicycle safety more than intoxication.

Barron and other members of th “A-Team” are making sure that Garcia’s death was not in vain. They are taking action and educating people about the importance of bicycle safety.

Three months later, police awareness seems to have increased as well. After speaking with Sgt. Douglass Schlief, who heads the traffic bureau, it becomes clear that a new attention to bicycle safety has been applied.

“We have a two-year grant for bicycle safety, which includes drinking and biking that seeks to educate people on the consequences. We have taken law enforcement action on stopping cyclists who aren’t obeying traffic laws.” Schlief explains, “We are taking a stronger posture than we have in the past.”

“I think it’s an issue everywhere,” says Schlief of intoxicated cycling. “We are doing a lot to educate people.”


Crazy Beauty

02.11.09

Already doing everything from recycling to road cycling? Try a little craziness, Lupine Lady–style.

The Lupine Lady is a fictional character who provides a cheerful, guiding mythology for our beleaguered times. In childhood, this character says she intends to spend her life traveling and then retire by the sea. Her grandfather approves her plan but insists on an addition. “There is a third thing you must do,” he tells her. “You must do something to make the world more beautiful.”

She has no clue what the third thing will be, but grows up and accomplishes goals one and two. Then, as an old woman, she gets the idea to scatter lupine seeds everywhere she walks. Seed scattering in her town-by-the-sea earns her the derogatory nickname of Crazy Lady. But the seeds eventually become lupines—which of course reseed themselves each year—and spread such beauty they change the landscape, which changes the community by changing the way people think and feel. They stop calling her Crazy Lady. As respect and gratitude follow her act of beauty, she becomes known alternately as the Lupine Lady or simply Miss Rumphius, her actual name. (Native plant enthusiasts, take a deep breath. This is just a myth and not to be literally interpreted. No one should make a lupine monoculture of the Marin-Sonoma coastline.)

Miss Rumphius is a children’s book by Barbara Cooney that won the American Book Award in 1982; it suggests to my adult mind that being an agent of beauty means taking the risk of being thought crazy. And this is a good thing.

Out in West Marin, Evan Shively is doing something to make the world more beautiful, and it requires craziness on his part. As the proprietor of Arborica, Evan removes fallen trees from people’s properties, and with a sawyer’s know-how, collaborates with the wood grains to create functional art resulting in doors, bar counters, table-tops. With a degree from Harvard, he could have taught literature courses. Instead, he plays with saws, recycles locally grown wood and creates masterpieces.

Making the world more beautiful may not include tangible objects. Take for instance the beauty of a humanely managed business. It may be pure coincidence that Amy’s Kitchen in Santa Rosa makes organic food products (organic business pioneers were once dismissed as crazy), but a longtime friend of mine—let’s call her Sally—is a happier person for working there. Sally’s been a food technologist in the North Bay for many years, and this is the first company that has amazed her in a positive way.

 

“There seems to be a recognition that we have a life outside of work,” she says. “And during work there are more frequent social times, more celebrations.” In short, more fun. Sally was impressed when the company used paid work time to educate the staff about recycling and the reduction of waste, both in the company and outside of it. Other food industry players might call it a silly waste of time (i.e., money). I call it beautiful. Seeing how happy Sally is at her job makes me want to go out and buy an Amy’s pizza for lunch just to celebrate.

Of course many acts of intangible beauty don’t fit a business model. Mark Seelye was crazy to take time away from his paying gigs and his social life to perform for people who could neither pay him nor promote his career. But he did it anyway—and not just once or twice. A talented, professional musician, Mark has been playing music for free to the residents of Golden Living, a skilled nursing facility in Napa, for 25 years. That’s worth quite a few fields of lupines, I suspect.

Miss Rumphius the Lupine Lady is a role model for our era. Perhaps sometime this week, after we take out the recycling or go for a bike ride, we can make some unique effort to make the world more beautiful. I know it’s a crazy idea, but think of all the fun we could cause.


Escargot and Cheesecake

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02.11.09

Guerneville poet and editor Michael Rothenberg is such a passionate advocate for what he believes that it can seem like he’s arguing with you even when you’re in total agreement with his positions. Born and raised in Miami Beach, Rothenberg suggests that growing up among Cubans and transplanted New York Jews had something to do with shaping his personality. In 2006, he moved to Guerneville with his partner, poet Terri Carrion.Rothenberg knew as a teenager that he wanted to be a writer. Inspired by poets Ed Dorn and Allen Ginsberg, as well as the poets collected in Donald Allen’s landmark 1959 anthology, New American Poetry, Rothenberg earned his BA in English from UNC at Chapel Hill, after which he spent time in Europe. When he returned in 1975, he moved west and, with his brother and wife, Nancy, opened Shelldance Nursery, a renowned tropical plant nursery in Pacifica.

Rothenberg soon developed a reputation for being an environmental troublemaker. His activism as part of the grassroots group Pacificans for Mori Point helped stop the development of a conference center on the Point. The spot is now under the protection of the Golden Gate National Recreation Area.

During his years at Shelldance, Rothenberg became friends with many important Bay Area poets. He’s worked closely with Michael McClure, Joanne Kyger, David Meltzer and the late Philip Whalen. Rothenberg says he met these writers not in San Francisco’s literary hothouse, but in his greenhouses by the sea among the bromeliads and orchids.

In the late ’90s, as his marriage was breaking up, Rothenberg left the business and lived a peripatetic life for a few years, traveling through the south, writing songs in Nashville and finally settling again in Miami Beach. It was during this time that he developed Big Bridge, a limited-edition fine press and web magazine. Rothenberg continues to publish finely designed poetry volumes, but his major focus is the online magazine, BigBridge.org. More than a decade after its premiere, it thrives as a rich and eclectic literary bouillabaisse.

Rothenberg acknowledges his wide curiosity and his instinct for following his own taste. “My father was a glutton,” he says. “He raised me on escargot and cheesecake, Cadillac leather and the silver scales of a tarpon doing a sun dance against a tangle of mangroves on a high falling tide. I am complex—eclectic not just to be different, but because my appetite is insatiable.”

Rothenberg counters the eclecticism of his magazine with the focused collections he’s edited of distinguished older poets, including volumes of Ed Dorn, Joanne Kyger, David Meltzer and the recent Collected Poems of Philip Whalen, which has been widely hailed.

Last year with David Meltzer and through Big Bridge, Rothenberg won a $40,000 grant from the Creative Work Fund of the Walter and Elise Haas Foundation. Their project, Rothenberg says in his proposal, “will create RockPile, a poetic journal in the tradition of Japanese literature, and a performance based on the collaborators’ travel to eight cities in the United States that were central to the cultural upheaval . . . in the mid-1960s and 1970s.”

Next month, Rothenberg will publish a new volume of his poetry, his seventh, titled, Choose: Selected Poems: 1998–2008.

Here’s the title poem:ChooseI have a clue
Monkeys like to be left alone
They don’t smoke cigars or play poker
Prefer not to dress up like The Three Bears
But a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do
Sunflower seeds, bananas, peanuts
Making industry out of ecology
10,000 years of giving up
Now we’re supposed to compromise
So we take what’s left and split it
Take what’s left and split
Until everything is in ownership
And no one can live
Because there are too many fences
Up to the moon and across the cosmos

Michael Rothenberg has a way of creating a cultural climate wherever he goes. He will be reading with Michael McClure and David Meltzer on March 28 at the Petaluma Arts Center, 230 Lakeville St., Petaluma. 707.762.5600.

Novelist Bart Schneider was the founding editor of ‘Hungry Mind Review’ and ‘Speakeasy Magazine.’ His latest novel is ‘The Man in the Blizzard.’ Lit Life is a biweekly feature. You can contact Bart at li*****@******an.com.


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That’s How He Rolls

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02.11.09


We here in the North Bay like locally grown products. We get our salad mix from Star Route Farms, our beer from Lagunitas and our goat cheese from Laura Chenel. So why not go the home-grown, artisan route when it comes to bicycles? In recent years, several custom-bike builders have set up shop in the North Bay, handcrafting cycles for those who want more than a standard off-the-rack ride.

One of those bike builders is where you’d least expect to find him. Jeremy Sycip of Sycip Designs has set up shop a few pedal strokes from Railroad Square, on Fifth Street near Wilson. Set among tony shops and restaurants, the easy-to-miss storefront leads back to an expansive machine shop, where Sycip cuts, welds and torches his bikes into shape.

But none of that happens until Sycip (pronounced “see-sip”) finds out what a customer wants. After lengthy conversations, “we take seven or eight body measurements, including height, inseam, femur, arm length, torso length, shoulder width,” Sycip says. These are fed into bike-design software that produces a drawing that tailors the bike to the customer. But the final design has as much to do with customer needs as with geometry. “If someone has a neck or back injury, they need to ride straight up,” Sycip says, so the bike is built to accommodate that.

Founded in 1992, Sycip Designs makes bikes that are as much about art as science. A student at the Pasadena Art Center in the early 1990s, Sycip decided he wanted more than art for art’s sake; he wanted art that could be put to work. “All the ideas were on paper, but I wanted to build something,” he says. “When I design or weld something, it’s cool to see it used.”

Sycip wants customers to know they can have just about anything they want in a bike, as long as it’ll still roll. Foot-long beer taps for shifters? No problem. A pair of cooler-size metal racks for gelato delivery? Consider it done. “I don’t normally make something like that,” Sycip says referring to the cargo bike with cooler racks, “but I took the project on because it was something different.” Prices start at $1,300 for frames, $2,200 for a fully built bicycle.

“Jeremy is constantly experimenting and changing things,” says Mauricio Rebolledo, a custom bicycle builder in Glen Ellen. “He’s very flexible; he rarely says no, which allows him to come up with different bikes for each client. He thinks about it and figures it out, then the bike is made simply and elegantly. He’s a talented craftsman and frame builder—it shows in his work—but he’s an incredibly humble guy.”

Lots of bike messengers buy Sycip’s bikes, which have a reputation for ruggedness, even after years of rough riding, Sycip says. (The first Sycip bike ever made, 15 years ago, recently came back to the shop needing just a paint job.)

Though many bike messengers have cheap beater bikes, some prefer designer bikes like Sycip’s for their comfort and durability. And some compete in the Cycle Messenger World Championships, an annual urban cycling race, so they need, Sycip explains, “bikes that won’t break.”

A native of the Philippines, Sycip emigrated with his family to California when he was 13 and settled in Fremont. His father was a car mechanic, and Sycip says he grew up “tinkering with stuff.” He discovered mountain biking as a teen and “thought it was the funnest thing I’ve ever done.”

 

After graduating from art school, Sycip apprenticed with an old frame builder in Santa Cruz called Rock Lobster and then attended United Bicycle Institute in Ashland, Ore., where he took frame-building classes. Sycip, who until recently worked with his brother, Jay, at the shop, now works there solo. (Jay has since moved to Portland.)

Now 38, Sycip is the father of a toddler but still finds time to ride. Reflecting his love of different types of cycling, Sycip makes all kinds of cycles: road, mountain and town bikes. “We used to make hardly any town bikes, but now with the gas crisis, we make more lightweight town bikes,”  he says.

Like just about everyone in the North Bay biking community, Sycip is enthused about the upcoming Tour of California. “The tour puts Santa Rosa on the map,” he says, “and it doesn’t hurt that Levi [Leipheimer] lives here.”  Or that Lance is coming to town.

 Sycip Designs, 111 Fifth St., Santa Rosa. 707.542.6359. www.sycip.com.


Lance’s Twitters

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02.11.09


Compiled by Gretchen Giles and Gabe Meline

THE FIRST WE heard of Lance Armstrong twittering about Santa Rosa, he was in Hawaii and had just run into some riders from the Santa Rosa Cycling Club. Armstrong snapped a photo and typed “See you in the ToC!” Thus, the trinity of Armstrong, Santa Rosa and Twitter was born.

Armstrong’s past posts reveal many things. He loves the Muhammad Ali documentary When We Were Kings. He downloads the new Bon Iver EP. He surfs with Levi Leipheimer, iChats with his kids, hangs out with Bill Clinton and counts how many times he’s subjected to surprise tests for steroids. When Armstrong hit Santa Rosa, we really started paying attention. Here’s a selection of his twits from town.

  Just landed in Santa Rosa, CA for training camp. Time to get back to work!
   Just getting up, drinking coffee in the room, reading the beast, and listening to a little Pete Yorn. First day of camp today.
    Just back from 3.5 hours with the team. Beautiful here in Santa Rosa.
   Crazy tidbit— did my first training camp in Santa Rosa in 1992 with the Motorola Cycling Team. 17 years ago. . . . No wonder my hair is graying. 
Sitting in the room, drinking coffee, meeting with Bart (like every day), and listening to Robert “Bob Dylan” Zimmerman.
Done riding. Great 5-hour ride.
And . . . UCI anti-doping control just showed up. #16.
    At dinner with Och, Bart, and JD at Syrah in Santa Rosa. Great food and service.
 Getting dressed and ready to ride. Listening to Damien Rice.
   Driving to the airport in Santa Rosa. Flying down to the wind tunnel.


Pigs & Pinot

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02.04.09

B acon-flavored lip balm. That’s what one company was handing out at the National Fancy Food Show last month in San Francisco. Also, bacon-flavored salt and baco-mayo, “because everything should taste like bacon.TM”

Recently, I’ve come across chocolate-covered bacon, gummi bacon and bacon jellybeans, plus bacon-flavored toothpicks and bacon mints for an after-bacon treat. I’ve enjoyed pork belly BLT from chef Janine Falvo of Carneros Bistro in Sonoma; soy-soaked, pork-belly-stuffed, five-spice pot stickers at Willi’s Wine Bar in Santa Rosa; and bacon bon bons from Gitane in San Francisco, which are sautéed prunes plump with goat cheese wrapped in smoked bacon and slicked in port demi-glace. Then, for dinner last week at Orson in San Francisco, chef Elizabeth Falkner served a Pigwich, which is composed of cocoa pizelle cookies, red-wine apples and maple bacon ice cream.

Apparently, the popularity of pork, which has been all the rage with foodies these past few years, hasn’t waned. Which is good news for Dry Creek Kitchen chef-owner Charlie Palmer, one of the most pork-centric chefs of them all. For the fourth year, he’s hosting his increasingly popular Pigs & Pinot festival in Healdsburg, which celebrates the beauty of porcine cuisine and the perfect wine for it, Pinot Noir.

Held March 20&–21 at Hotel Healdsburg, the festivities include the Pinot Cup, a competition of 50 labels from around the world, and the Ultimate Pinot Smackdown, which is sort of an amped-up time-share sales pitch from several sommeliers on their favorite Pinots; the sommelier with the best song and dance wins.

The kickoff is Friday night’s Taste of Pigs & Pinot, with a massive sampling of wines and piggy dishes from Palmer plus guest chefs like Michael Mina, Christopher Kostow (Meadowood) and a few European celebs. The events wrap up with a five-course feast at Palmer’s Dry Creek Kitchen.

There’s also a cooking class, Piggy Back, where Palmer will demonstrate how adding a layer of some type of pork to nearly anything makes it all that more delicious. His mantra: utilize every pig bit from snout to tail.

There is one part of the pork I haven’t tried, by the way, and don’t intend to: pig “milt” (which is a dodgy way of saying pig sperm). Yet there are indeed those who are eating it, and actually a cookbook dedicated to it, Natural Harvest, from www.lulu.com.

Palmer says he knows people who cook with it. Yet he promises, creative as he likes to be, you won’t find any of it in his kitchen. To buy tickets and learn more, go to [ http://www.pigsandpinot.com/ ]www.pigsandpinot.com.

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Forecast calls for drought

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“That little bit of rain we got last week was nice,” agrees Sonoma County Water Agency public information officer Brad Sherwood. “And it got the ground wet. But there was no runoff. It just watered the plants.”

With first-of-year rain measurements a full 10 inches below where they were in 2008, the lowest they have been in a decade, the Sonoma County Water Agency has declared 2009 a “dry” year. And by dry, they mean sere, arid and desertlike. “We would need a good six inches to fall directly on top of the reservoir,” Sherwood says with a muted chuckle, “and that’s probably not going to happen.”

The SCWA has the right to restrict the water supplies from Lake Mendocino and Lake Sonoma to its city patrons, including those in North Marin. The cities, for their turn, can ask citizens to demonstrably limit their usage. Sherwood predicts that SCWA may issue 30 to 50 percent mandatory rationing on city use perhaps as early as March. “But,” he assures, “we may not see rationing until March or April”—spring months when we are usually literally awash with water.

With conservation restrictions fairly inevitable, SCWA has teamed up with the Sonoma County Transportation Agency to implement AB 811, signed into law by Gov. Schwarzenegger last year and designed to offer a stimulus package while greening both the earth and local government coffers. Beginning in the spring, the county will offer loans to those property owners who wish to install permanent water-saving solutions.

Called the Sonoma County Energy Independence Program, this action will allow property owners to take 20-year loans from the county to install water conservation, energy efficiency and renewable energy improvements, such as tankless water heaters, ultra low-flush toilets, recirculating hot water pumps, smart irrigation controllers and solar panels. (Such accoutrements as “waterless” urinals are also on offer.) Because the loans will be tied to the property, not the property owner, and paid back in annual taxes, the loan balance will float with a sale, freeing the seller from further obligation.

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