Dear readers, after six wonderful years living on BostonBiker, I’ve decided to move this blog to a new home on wordpress.com under a new name, “TheHumBum.”
Over the years, I’ve created a few blogs for my adventures and decided it was time to put them all in one place, I’ve also picked up a few new outdoor hobbies along the way, including hiking/backpacking and rock and ice-climbing, and I haven’t updated this one for two years. It was time.
See you on the flip side at my new blog home: https://thehumbum.wordpress.com/
There were a number of things that happened in the year-long hiatus from this blog that I forgot to mention in the last catch-up post I wrote you, dear readers, so here are a few more blog-worthy moments in the past year that I’ll share with you now to make up for it:
UPDATE: Read Part 2 here!
It’s come to my attention that it’s been exactly one whole year since I’ve updated this blog (whoops!). What could I possibly be doing that isn’t bike-blogging, you ask? Lots of biking, I assure you, and as it turns out, lots of drumming, videos, and climbing things.
So I figured I owe it to you, dear reader, to catch up on what I’ve been up to in my year-long absence from the blogosphere. Here are some highlights from the past year in my bike life:
Last Friday, I strapped my bucket-drums to my handlebars after a relatively drum-less winter and drummed my bike to work during the morning snow storm:
Well, four days and 3,400 viral hits later thanks to places like Universal Hub, Bostinno, and Twitter, here are some of my favorite reaction comments to my video that have resulted:
From Universal Hub:
I’ve been finding myself heading to Hub Bicycle Co. in Inman Sq. lately for all my bike-repair needs because the folks who work there are some of the friendliest people I know, so I stopped by recently to chat with Emily and profile her for the Dig. (Read my write-up on Hub here)
When I heard there would be an epic snow storm early last week, dreams of taking the C line up to the top of Beacon St. in Brookline and skiiing down suddenly became a potential reality.
Early morning Nemo from the Longfellow Bridge
Instead, I had to Amtrak my way to New York early Friday morning, just as Nemo was touching down in Boston, to have Chinese New Year’s dinner with my family. But that didn’t stop me from grabbing a boogie-board and bombing down some hills and going for mid-blizzard bike rides in my suburban New York hometown. Luckily, I found an old ski pole and taped my GoPro to it so I could document all of this for your enjoyment:
Even though I had a great time in New York, I’m still jealous of the guys who were out snowboarding down Pinckney St. in Beacon Hill.
Two weeks ago, I joined up with Brogan Graham’s November Project, a free Boston-area morning workout club, to drum-off hundreds of Ninjas for their first ever Ninja-themed running race along the esplanade. Galen and I stationed ourselves under the Mass. Ave. bridge for some Ninja Drumming:
Back in March, a transformer fire at Boston’s Hilton hotel caused all of Boston’s Back Bay area to black out for an entire night. Thanks to two six-hour Amtrak rides over Thanksgiving break, I finally had a chance to cut together the video footage I took with my GoPro into a bite-sized compilation:
Check out my original account of riding the blackout here:
It’s usually pretty easy to spot the drummers in public places; we’re the guys and gals totally happy to be rocking out on the Green Line to Slayer’s Raining Blood playing through our ear buds while you’re rocking back and forth to the beat of being sandwiched between a horde of sweaty strangers. The truth is, drummers are hard-wired to the rhythm of anything; like a mental tick, we’re probably rocking out in our heads to any music our ears happen upon, real or not.
You can spot us a mile away, rocking out in our parents’ garages:
in our cars at red lights:
and in cites on our bicycles:
And while for me it was a ’93 Volvo I was rocking out in at red lights during my teenage years, and I have no idea what that last commercial was for, I’d be willing to bet these commercials were created for drummers by drummers, because clearly, the creators struck a core instinctual desire inside me that anyone who plays the drums or has a affinity towards rhythm has: I just want to be rocking out everywhere all the time (on my bicycle):