If you thought Flatland BMX required skill: Cycleball

Sanctioned by the UCI, this sport, in the realm of “artistic cycling” involves playing a soccer like game while mounted to a bicycle. The things that your local whippersnappers might call “gnarly tricks” are just an essential move to manuver and push the ball down the court.

I’ve never seen anything quite like it. It makes even fixie polo seem tame. Is this going to take off as the new fad? I think we’d need to cultivate a love of David Hasselhoff and liver sausage first.

Here’s a primer on the sport:

Reflections:Ride to ATX by Fixed Gear

There is a zen like moment of calm before you embark on a risky journey. Most people spend months training for something like this, adhering to a strict schedule. I spent the last month battling an illness, and the better part of last year battling an impossible academic goal, a failing engagement, torn ligaments and broken bones.

Exactly one year after “the beginning of the end” I am in a completely different space with life. Different goals, different bikes, different aspects of riding which I have chosen to now participate in. Moving from the highly publicized long distance bike tours with refreshments and cheering to racing where every moment of the ride is filled with searing pain in the hope of creating achievement and victory.

Each ride, too, becomes purpose driven. Today is base miles, tomorrow is intervals for sprinting, next friday is climbing practice, an exercise filled with nausea from your heart rate shooting up to the redline for an extended period.

All of this is necessary to build the machinery inside of you that makes you stronger, because inside we are all weak, and if we are weak we are dead.

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Chris Hoy on my wall reminding me that "greatness, therefore, is not an achievement, but a habit" from the film "Standing Start"

Houston to Austin by fixed gear on Saturday. Either we make it or we die trying.

Either way we’ll get it on camera.

Ride hard. Pedal harder. Never look back when you make a break.

HighFlange does Paris

Was in Paris a few weeks ago:

stopped by some of the bike boutiques on the Champs Elysees. Was a little dissapointed at the lack of varietal products. Most of the stuff there you can find over here in the states. Really sweet presentation from the boutique of TIME bicycle company. Sweet bikes too. Priced pretty well into the dentist price range, though. Without Further ado, here are the pics

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Time Boutique along the Champs
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yeah, those bikes are just chilling along the wall. DROOL.
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I like how they mounted the frames on the wall...I want that. I mean with the frames on it. Maybe a few hot women in TIME outfits to pose too.
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Velo Oxygen, down the street. Mostly Bianchi stuff.
Really Rad old bike
Really Rad old bike
I love scooters. It's inexplicable. Suffer my obsession for a moment.
I love scooters. It's inexplicable. Suffer my obsession for a moment.

Down with illness+cool Tokyo to Osaka vid

Tokyo to Osaka Teaser from John Murillo on Vimeo.

I`m in Tokyo right now. Hurray! That`s all well and good until you fall sick with a high fever, inability to eat, inability to get up out of bed for more than a few minutes and a definite inability to pedal a bicycle, much less walk under my own power. Maybe I should invest in a grandma walker/suitcase apparatus that I see all the Japanese grannies carrying.

In the meantime, enjoy the vid, as I am currently doing from my ill coma.

Fixed Gears/My Life as a Trendy Tokyoite

About 3 years ago now (my how time flies) I was a young impressionable car/computer geek living and working in Tokyo. When I went for my company’s teacher certification training, I met a young woman from Madison, Wisconsin. The trainees affectionately referred to her as “Wisconsin” because of her accent. She was hip, outspoken and had this strange fetish for bicycles.
As we’d head out for a few post lesson beers, she’d stop constantly admiring bicycles. “Fixies” or “Fixed gear/Track bikes.” At first it was just some kind of weird fetish, but I noticed that the bikes were actually quite cool looking. I thought nothing of it at first.
Fast forward to a few months later, I went out an bought myself a cheap folding bicycle (Chinese made) to avoid the crowded commutes filled with drunk salarymen on the way home. The train often smelled like puke from one guy who had just happened to drink a few too many Kirins.
Then I decided to drag myself and my girlfriend at the time on a 30km bike ride. We folded up bikes onto the train and headed into town for a scenic ride. I was a pretty fit guy, but as I was giving it all I had, a lanky Japanese fellow dressed in superhero tights (which I would normally have scoffed at) burned me like I was standing still. Not only did he drop me like it was hot, but his pedal stroke looked like a gazelle gracefully and smoothly pulling away from me.
I was hooked.
Fast forward to a few months later, I was draped up in colorful camo cutoff shorts, my BAPE Tshirt, riding an old panasonic frame around AOYAMA and HARAJUKU where I picked up this DVD from a thrift store. Suddenly this whole track racing thing seemed pretty neat to me.
Enjoy the vid.

About 3 years ago now (my how time flies) I was a young impressionable car/computer geek living and working in Tokyo. When I went for my company’s teacher certification training, I met a young woman from Madison, Wisconsin. The trainees affectionately referred to her as “Wisconsin” because of her accent. She was hip, outspoken and had this strange fetish for bicycles.

As we’d head out for a few post lesson beers, she’d stop constantly admiring bicycles. “Fixies” or “Fixed gear/Track bikes.” At first it was just some kind of weird fetish, but I noticed that the bikes were actually quite cool looking. I thought nothing of it at first.

Fast forward to a few months later, I went out an bought myself a cheap folding bicycle (Chinese made) to avoid the crowded commutes filled with drunk salarymen on the way home. The train often smelled like puke from one guy who had just happened to drink a few too many Kirins.

Then I decided to drag myself and my girlfriend at the time on a 30km bike ride. We folded up bikes onto the train and headed into town for a scenic ride. I was a pretty fit guy, but as I was giving it all I had, a lanky Japanese fellow dressed in superhero tights (which I would normally have scoffed at) burned me like I was standing still. Not only did he drop me like it was hot, but his pedal stroke looked like a gazelle gracefully and smoothly pulling away from me.

I was hooked.

Fast forward to a few months later, I was draped up in colorful camo cutoff shorts, my BAPE Tshirt, riding an old panasonic frame around AOYAMA and HARAJUKU where I picked up this DVD from a thrift store. Suddenly this whole track racing thing seemed pretty neat to me.

Enjoy the vid.