Let me explain… we’re talking motorized bicycle here!!
He bought a bicycle motor from Bike Dump Dave last Saturday, and has spent his evenings putting it together. It does look pretty cool, I must admit.
And so yesterday morning we headed down to the Bike Dump for some final fine-tuning and to give it a test run.
Angelo and Dave worked on the wiring for about an hour…
And then it was ready to go. Just look at that grin on my man’s face!!
Saturday was also the day of the first annual Ottawa Idiotarod, and the Roller Girls put a team together for the event. If you’re unfamiliar with the Idiotarod races, they’re a play on the Iditarod, which is a somewhat famous dog-sled race in Alaska. The Idiotarod trades dogs for humans, and a sled for a shopping cart.
Unfortunately, when we got there we realized only two teams had registered (boo), and that the other team was made up of bike messengers!! It reiterated that the two coolest groups in the city are the Roller Girls and the Bike Messengers! So it sort of turned into the battle of the sexes as well as the battle between two wheels and eight! In the end, though the boys were slightly faster than we were on the footrace, we ended up with more points, and won “Best Overall”. This was in no small part due to the efforts of Killer Kozac (Christine) who decorated our cart to look like a roller skate:
Oh man, this girl seriously kicks ass!! Look at that cart. Check out the toe-stop, the laces, the padding around the ankle. It was amazing!!!
And the whole team contributed to filling the cart with recycling, and donated items for a local community shelter.
All in all, it was a great time, a great race, and we hope that next year more teams will join in. I know RVRG will have a team (or two) next year!!
After the run, we just had time for a quick beer and then off to our regular Saturday practice.
Lots of skating, lots of scrimmaging. I pushed it as hard as I could, but exhaustion set in for me near the end, and I had my first ever practice meltdown!! Though we always say “there’s no crying in Derby”, it seems to me that there is nothing BUT crying in Derby. This time it was my turn; I lost my shit and cried like a baby for a good five to ten minutes in the bathroom. The worst part is that that was not the first or last breakdown I had THAT DAY. Woah, hormones much???
But when I got back to practice, we were in the midst of a seven-person train-of-pain (that’s when everyone lines up front to back and holds on to each other’s hips, and the girl in the middle skates her a$$ off, pushing three people in front of her and pulling the three people in the back). It’s one of my favourite drills, and I happily joined in and skated my two laps along with the rest of the girls. It was a great way to end the evening. (it also helps that the girls in the train cheer the skater on – nothing like a little positive reinforcement to get the morale up!)
Needless to say, I slept like a BABY last night!


