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Kent Peterson gave up a comfortable tech career to pursue bike advocacy and shop work; he and his family have lived car-free for over two decades; he’s written his popular blog for over five years focusing on D.I.Y. mechanics, advocacy, and adventure; he’s an accomplished long-distance cyclist and tourist; and he once held the single speed record for the 2,000+ mile Great Divide Mountain Bike Race. In short, he’s an interesting guy. I spoke with Kent about the state of advocacy, what it is to live car-free in America, attempting to recapture his Tour Divide record, and beating Ira Ryan in an underground race from San Francisco to Portland.
A lot of folks love bikes, but few would probably leave their comfortable white-collar careers to wrench. How and why did you go from software techie to advocate to mechanic?
I guess what it comes down to is, I value time more than money. There are a lot of people who work all their lives towards someday. “Someday I’ll do this” or “when I retire I’ll do that.” Throughout my life I’ve been too impatient to wait so I’m going to figure out how I can do fun stuff on less. Back when I rode Paris-Brest-Paris I was still working the software thing and it was kind of cool because I could say “oh its gonna cost $1000 to fly to France, I have that.” But, I’ve actually been able to do a lot more adventures since I scaled way down.
The first time I rode the Great Divide race, people asked me “why’d you do it on a single speed?” There were a couple of reasons, one was that I wanted to do it very simply. But another is that racing on a single speed is a much more interesting story. I thought, maybe if I do it on a single speed I can get Dirt Rag interested (and I did). The lack of money makes you more creative.
That said, I’m always skirting the edge of being completely broke.
I’ve really enjoyed the times I’ve worked in advocacy. But, I learned that a lot of the effort you put in is not so much fighting against the enemy. You spend a lot more energy discussing technique and focus. Witness what’s happening at Cascade [Bicycle Club] right now. A lot of the work that needs to be done is not glamorous at all. I was amazed, a lot of the stuff we did at the Bike Alliance is stuff people never see.
Practically every year, someone will see a parent riding with their kid in a bike trailer. Then some well-meaning, but misguided person will say “my god that’s dangerous. That should be against the law. ” Almost every year, a thing like that will get introduced into legislation somewhere. Organizations like the Bike Alliance make sure those things don’t become law and that’s the stuff that nobody ever sees, really.
To answer your question, I’ve found working in bike shops I probably get to do more grass roots advocacy and have a greater effect. What it’ll take is for more of us as individuals to live the life we believe we should. And then, the organizations will grow out of that.
One of my favorite things that got done down in Portland was the Git Lit program. Jeff Bernards saw people riding around at night without lights and thought, “god, if I just had some lights I could give them to people who need them” and made it happen. I was at the Bike Alliance at the time and heard about it and thought “wow what a good idea.”
One day, John Duggan, a cycling attorney in Seattle, walked in and I said “John, I want money to give lights to people.” He gave us an initial $500, we got some people to match, and were able to give out lights. That was something that actually made a difference. Even as an individual I do this sometimes if I see people riding around without lights. I carry spare lights and stuff. If you’re riding around on a $5000 Colnago I’m not going to give you lights. But if I see somebody who’s scrounged their bike out of a dumpster and I’ve got a light and they don’t, I see what I can do. That’s the kind of stuff we all can do.
You and your family have lived car-free for a long time. Is it difficult or limiting ever? What was it like raising a family car-free in a country that wasn’t built for living without a car?
It’s interesting. It is limiting in a way, but limits are not bad things. Limits are how all art gets created. People write sonnets, they write haiku. They write within a form. The hardest part of going car free is reshaping the life you’ve built around a car. It’s easy to say it’s hard to go free in such and such a country, but it’s much more about breaking your own habits.
When Christine and I made the decision to go car-free it wasn’t a huge thing, it was more an economic decision. Again, we view economy as time and fun. Bottom line, I just didn’t like driving. If you look at car commercials it’s always professional driver, closed course, burning through the redwoods. Man, if driving were like that everyone would love it. But we have this thing in our society where we build up stuff and make it so it’s really miserable, then we go well, what can we do? We’ve made driving that way for a lot of people. But, bicycling I always really like.
My wife, she’s car free, but she does not characterize herself as a cyclist. She’s much more of a pedestrian and mass transit person. It’s a lot easier now. There are a lot of tools out there to help people go car free, like Walk Score. Where Christine and I live right now, we are a block away from the market. When we moved there we plotted out where the schools are, where the hills are, all those things.
We tend to be the least in your face car-free people. There are people that know Christine and have maybe figured out that she doesn’t drive anywhere, but they assume that “oh your husband has a car.” And they see me and assume, “oh your wife has a car”. Then they see us together and start asking us questions and you see the light bulb come on. That’s way more effective advocacy than saying “I’ve got an Xtracycle and I just got 150 pounds of dog food because I could.” Nothing against the Xtracycle folks, but if you live in a second-floor walk up you’re not going to have an Xtracycle.
Photo via carsstink.org
Your attempt to recapture the singe-speed record at the Great Divide Race last summer didn’t quite pan out. What happened out there? Any plans to make another go at it?
This year I had a big community supporting me for the Divide and I said, “OK, I’m going to go in and do it better.”
One of things I set out to do was take more pictures this year, but by golly it takes time to take pictures. So there was that.
Also, I’m a really good camper. I’m phenomenally good at camping, and I thought of that as a really good asset because I could camp anywhere and didn’t have to push on to towns each night. It would start getting dark and I’d just set up camp. But, the thing is, my competitors were viewing this more like a race and they’re not as good of campers, so they’d push on to get to the next town. They’d hole up in a motel and feel guilty about it. I’d be camping by some old mine and it’d be picturesque. I’d get up in the morning feeling noble. Then I’d make it to that same town and have a big breakfast and well, all those things kind of add up.
I was still chugging along at a hundred miles a day, but the guys who are really good at racing are excellent campers and they’re incredibly disciplined. Guys like [six-time Divide winner] Matthew Lee. By the time I ended up bailing out of the race, Matthew was a state ahead of me!
Yeah, I also hit a barbed-wire fence, cracked a rib, and busted a knuckle in my hand, but I kind of minimized those things because I was just amazed that I was alive. But, the night before I wound up having the mechanical problem, I’d gotten the word that Dave Blumenthal had died. And that really gets you questioning the whole big picture thing.
When my freehub blew I could have gotten to civilization, had Seattle Bike Supply ship me a wheel, and only lost a few days. But, pretty much everyone slower than me had already dropped out, one of the things I’d really wanted to do was see the Canadian section and I’d already done that. So, I was sitting there and I decided, yeah, I’m done.
Part of me says I’m OK with that. Part of me says jeeze, I can’t believe I did that. The best part of it was my wife–who was sitting back home being mission control–when I got back she said, “I want to go to Montana. I want to see it.” I’ve learned I’m way too good a tourer to be a racer. I’m going to go back and Christine and I are going to tour. Probably not the whole thing, but to me that’s just huge.
You once beat Ira Ryan and a bunch of tough-guy messengers in an underground race from San Francisco to Portland. First, that’s awesome. Second, how’d it feel to go in as the unassuming, middle-aged guy and crush the competition?
For one, I didn’t feel like I was crushing the competition at all.
I think that still is my favorite event because it was so underground. I heard about it from my friend Tarik. He sent me an email with the subject line “A Really Dumb Race, Perfect For You.” I thought, holy cow this looks really good. Show up in San Francisco, choose your own adventure.
Early on, Ira and I were riding together, which is when I first met him. He was on a Surly Crosscheck–this was before he was building bikes–with a couple panniers up front. A lot of people might look at it and go, “Ira’s traveling light.” I was looking at it and thinking “god, you’re traveling kind of heavy.” I asked him what he had in there and he said, “this and that, a little stove and an espresso machine.”
I was like, “what?!?”
He said, “I need my coffee,” as we were literally rolling past a coffee stand. I said, “they sell coffee, dude!”
There was another guy Cory from Philadelphia. Big dude and he had one of those huge Kryptonite Fahgettaboudit locks chained around his waist as a belt. He had a giant 15-inch wrench crammed in his pack. But by the end of the race, both Cory and Ira had jettisoned a ton of stuff.
I lost track of Ira the first night, he’s a faster rider. My advantage was that I’m a randonneur. There are a ton of randonneurs that could’ve kicked my ass at that race, but none of them had heard about it. It was just one of these things where I went slow and kept on going. I was amazed when I crossed the finish line and people were cheering. I asked who else was already in and they were like “you’re it.”
I still kind of count that as a fluke.
So, what’s the next big adventure?
Everything’s a big adventure. It really doesn’t stop. The next adventure is going to involve Montana. Christine and I are working out the logistics of that trip. There’s still that whole making a living thing to consider, and now it’s the slow time in bike shops. Anyways, there’s going to be adventure. I don’t know what it is, but I know that you kind of keep going. I’m going to try and keep having fun and also try to keep doing interesting things.