Comcast Hell, Epilogue

A week ago Comcast returned to bury the “buried” cable line. This escapade began on July 24 when I was eagerly signed up for internet service.

After much discussion and consultation, the “super-supervisors” agreed that buying the cable would be very difficult and that the line would be strung using our current power lines. Parts of the stringing would be difficult, but I agreed to clear a lot of tree branches from around the lines. This was something I should have done a while ago. The aerial crew was to show up the following day.

The crew showed and immediately said it would be impossible to string the wire. They wanted another crew to show up and bury the wire. I simply said they needed to work this out with their “super-supervisor.” After much gnashing of teeth and delay, they set to work. The crew did a great job and everything works!

Like everyone with cable internet, there are isolated, short, spotty slow-downs with service. But, I can finally work efficiently from home. It has been nice to have bandwidth that rivals the lower half of internet speed in the world.

The lesson that I have learned in dealing with a large corporation with lots of subcontractors is that social media is valuable. My complaining on Twitter was picked up. It put me ahead of the queue for people who have relied on the usual phone-tree approach. Why social media should be so powerful in getting a response is puzzling. My sense is that consumer dissatisfaction is far more widespread than what appears on social media. Fixing the problem by having employees cruise social media is like sticking a finger in a leaking dike.

The good news is that I now have service. I can finally vent about lousy service when it happens. So far I have nothing to complain about.


Educating Congress (and Ourselves)

Earlier this summer I was asked by Jennifer Diascro at the American Political Science Association to attend one of the pre-conference mini courses. The course was on “Educating Congress: Translating academic scholarship into public scholarship.” I was attending APSA anyway and this is a topic that interests me. I’ve complained in a number of settings that we (political science) are part of the problem. Our research is first rate, important, but lost because it is not translated into the public domain. It is especially lost on those in positions of authority who authorize and oversee the money we get through grants.

 I attended the course and I learned a great deal. I’ll share some of what I learned. APSA commissioned the Graduate School of Political Management to put together the mini-course. Lara Brown from the GSPM put together a nice program of former Members of Congress (MoC), current staffers from the Hill, lobbyists and faculty from GSPM. The format was such that interaction from the audience was encouraged (or else I am not shy about interjecting and kept it up throughout the day). So what did I learn?

Lesson 1.

The Hill is a small place and the flow of messages overwhelms MoCs and staffers alike. We all believe that our message is extremely important. If it is well argued and/or presented, it will resonate. We believe this is true with our students, a group that should be motivated to be attentive, and we are always shocked when we grade their exams. Why should we expect our message, no matter how well crafted, to attract attention? We are competing with millions of other messages. Leaving it to a white paper, a one-pager, a reprint of our article or an Op-Ed piece is simply not going to be sufficient. My message is competing for attention. I better figure out how to get it to stand out. And I better not depend on it to matter.

Lesson 2.

When crafting a message, consider the receiver. Staffers are like our students. They are a bit older, but most have just finished college. What do they read? Where are they likely to get their information? Many are consuming information in small bites. A friend points them to a piece in the Drudge Report or the Huffington Post. Social media is important, but we’re not part of their network. Write for your audience. MoCs may read differently, but they are so crunched for time it is unlikely they are going to want to read some long and dense. This is especially true if the topic is far removed from their own interests.

 Lesson 3.

Establish a relationship. This may seem like cronyism or impossible. But it is possible and you are not trying to become a MoCs BFF. We all teach and for those of us who are political scientists, we teach politics. Ask your MoC to teach one day in your class. If it goes well, invite him/her to teach in your class each semester. If you’re lucky, like me, you may have 8 MoCs in your city. Spread them around. MoCs might be flattered to teach at your prestigious institution. Help arrange a press release with the local staff. They’re in their district, they’ll be comfortable, and you’ll have a bit of time with them. Even if you don’t teach American politics, figure out if your MoC has a committee specialty that can link with you class. Do they deal with foreign affairs or defense? Do they have special interests in trade? Somehow you can make the link to something you are teaching and whatever the MoC says can be treated as a case study for the theoretical point you want to make. What if the MoC is too busy? Get one of the local staffers to substitute. They’ll have insights too and it will never hurt to cultivate that relationship.

Lesson 4.

Be nice. When you contact your MoC, of course you will not get through. The role of staffers is to protect the time of their MoC. Use lesson 3 when dealing with staffers at all levels. Cultivate a relationship with each of them. Be nice to all of them. You have no idea who is going to control access. You have no idea which staffer may eventually become a key ally. There is going to be an enormous amount of turnover among the staff. They get burned out and they are not well paid. But you have no idea who will help you out. Thank them and follow up. Treat them the same way you should treat your Department staff. Everyone is important.

Lesson 5.

In descending order, what resources are used by staffers working on behalf of their MoC?

  • Internet searches (just like your students, it’s the first place they go).
  • Congressional Research Service (CRS). This is the research arm of Congress.
  • Relevant Federal agencies. They report information all the time.
  • National press.
  • Inside the beltway publications
  • Academic/issue specialists

Note the problem with this list. Your PhD is not going to help. There is a lot of information out there (lesson 1) and staffers are not going to reach out to consult with you. There are a lot of other sources to consult before getting to you. If you can figure out how to get you work to be the top hit on Google, great. Otherwise your piece of advice is likely not going to register on the first 50 page of hits. If you have something to add to the issue you find important, you might cultivate the appropriate researchers at CRS.

 Lesson 6.

Use your own students. Many of us have taught students who have gone on the the Hill. Reconnect if possible. Cultivate that relationship. Bring them back to the Department, if you can, and have them talk to your current batch of majors. Build on the relationship.

Lesson 7.

Avoid the “ask” (at first). Most of us don’t want to lobby a MoC or staffer for something tangible. I would simply like people on the Hill to take social science seriously. In initial meeting, decide what you want to say and stick with it. As with most early relationships, it may be little more than establishing commonalities.

Lesson 8.

Make your point, when you speak with someone on the Hill, in their language. Rather than talk about efficiency, talk about tax savings. Rather than talk about institutional structure and mobilization, talk democracy. It’s a matter of knowing your audience. Don’t get trapped in defending what you do. While I rail constantly that political science is rigorous and systematic (and not idle opinion), this is not a fight I want to get into when dealing with someone on the Hill.


I believe I learned a lot more than this. But, I’ll save it for future posts. I was pleased with the APSA for putting on this program. I was less pleased by the very low turnout. I was the only senior political scientist from an academic institution. There were a number of advanced graduate students and that made me feel good about the future of the discipline. However, it is up to all of us to begin educating Congress of our value.

Comcast Hell, Part 2

It has been interesting to experience how social media gets a response from a large corporation. By contrast to dealing with live employees on the telephone, using social media gets a response. In my last post, I was frustrated by repeatedly calling, making appointments and being dropped and discarded.  Blogging, posting on Facebook and tweeting got the attention of Comcast.  I was upgraded to “executive” status, asked to email a special problem solving group and assigned a caseworker. Very promising.

My email was answered in short order and I was asked to call my super agent. I did, I left my message and was promised that my call would be returned.  There was no reply.  August 15 went by (okay, a Friday and everyone would like to have time off).  Monday the 18th I tried calling again and left multiple messages.  No reply.  By the end of the day, I discovered that my DSL was briefly working, so I fired off an email to my “super-duper” agent and copied the “executive status” email complaining about the inactivity.

Much to my surprise my agent awoke from deep in the belly of the Comcast machine and responded.  Also to my surprise the message was about refining the selection of programs that I had ordered.  I had no service, I wanted no programming and I only wanted to arrange an appointment so that some cable could be strung to my house. I puzzled about the message and the next time my failing DSL appeared (I suspect that AT&T was intercepting my messages to Comcast and was trying to prevent me from dropping my barely functioning DSL service – okay, maybe that’s overly paranoid) I sent another email indicating that I was asking for something simple. A stream of emails ensued, with the gist of the matter being that my account was confused with another account.  My super-duper agent would dispatch someone to scout the location to determine if an aerial cable could be installed.  I had reminded super-duper that someone would have to be present to let the technician onto the property.  

The technician showed and left, without ever getting onto the property! Arghhh.  Back to where I started. 

August 20.

A phone call.  An area supervisor was going to show the following morning. Could we let him on the property.  With tears of joy in my eyes I said yes!  

August 21.

The supervisor arrived on time and quickly looked around the property. We were going to have to have a heavy cable installed and all the trees along the lines were going to make it difficult.  A crew was assigned for the following morning.  This gave me the chance to trim trees along the power line and make certain that there would be fewer problems for the crew. As the afternoon faded, the DSL came magically to life, working better than it had in months. 

August 22.

The crew appeared! After much discussion it was deemed impossible to do an aerial cable.  A buried cable it would have to be. How this would be accomplished was a bit vague. The crew didn’t have the right equipment for digging. My heart sank. 

Part of the crew turned their attention to the inside of the house. Obstensively they were preparing us for eventual service. The tech guys were really helpful and worked out some kinks in our wiring. Fortunately there was nothing they had to wire and that part of the installation went smoothly. I was asked to hook up my laptop and I had service! The other half of the crew figured out a route for the cable, uncoiled it, laid it on the ground, made the connection and life was good.  Smiles all around and the crew, after wondering why this had taken so long and being treated to an abbreviated version of the story asked that we didn’t take it out on them when called later to take a short survey. With a Friday installation, we were promised that the line would be buried on Monday when the crew arrived with the proper equipment.

We reveled in having an internet connection. Hooking up my old Apple Time Capsule took a few minutes, but went smoothly.  We have a nice wireless system with enough speed to stream video. A miracle.

August 25.

Two guys appear to bury the cable. The “special” equipment is a broad, flat shovel. The soil is rock hard given that we have had no rain. I’m skeptical and I follow where the cable has been laid out. Part of the way is through some dense brush, so I work ahead and clear a path. I head back into the house to work and I’m surprised that a short time later they tell me they’re done.  Great and thanks!  The connection is still working.

Later in the day I go out to take a look. The cable is half buried. A huge coil is left above ground. While we rarely mow down this fence line, clearly this is going to be a problem in the future. The supervisor calls to check on the completion of the job. He is pleased that we have service. He’s surprised that the cable is not buried. He wants to schedule a time the following day, but I tell him I will be out of town. He promises to get the crew back out to finish the job late in the afternoon.  

8:00pm. The crew shows.  It is deep dusk and growing darker by the minute. They’re going to cut the excess wire, reconnect and finish burying the cable. I tell them it is too dark, but they say it is no problem. I return to eating my dinner, but Therese convinces me this is a bad idea. I can see the cut cable in my mind and having service permanently severed. I hurry back out and ask them what they plan on doing. I’m assured that the cut will only take a minute and they can quickly reset service. They insist they only have 10 feet of cable to bury. I point out they still have another 75 feet that has to be buried. Oops. Caught. I tell them to forget it – this can be done at another time.

August 30.

We’ll see what happens. We’re not out of the woods yet. The installation needs to be completed before we can join the hoards in complaining about the quality of the service.cable

Comcast Hell

Ordinarily I reserve this blog for the social sciences. However, I need to vent. I am sabbatical this year and I would love to work from home. For years I have used DSL. It is slow, but it has been reliable. Recently the line has become very flakey and extremely unreliable. I decided to move to Comcast. Unfortunately it is the only alternative in my neighborhood.

People have warned me that I will be unhappy with the service provided by Comcast.  I have no basis for judging this. I cannot get ANY service. Repeated attempts at getting a simple cable run from the street to my house have cost me about 6 hours on the telephone over a three week period. Here’s the recap of my experience:

July 24.

John in sales is happy to get me started on my Comcast experience. He is disappointed that I only want an internet connection and no other bells and whistles. However, he agrees to sign me up and schedules a technician to do the install at my house on July 31.

July 31.

As promised, the technician shows up on time and is ready to set up my own cable modem. The good news is that the install will be simple – the house is pre-wired. The bad news is that there is no wire running from the street to my house. The technician assures me that this will be taken care of very quickly.

Sure enough, within 30 minutes of his departure I get a call from someone indicating that a new appointment will be scheduled the following week. However, the person at the other end of the line is very garbled and the line drops. She calls back and murmurs some additional information, but it is not clear. I think that she is scheduling a time for a technician, so I indicate that we need a line run from the street to the house. More garbled conversation with an appointment scheduled for the following week.

Fifteen minutes later a call from the same individual. Something mumbled about an appointment for the following week.

August 7.

I wait at the appointed time. I am supposed to leave to be with my father who is the hospital. Strangely, scoring an appointment with Comcast seems to take precedence. No one shows, so an hour after the “window” I drive 5 hours to see my father.

August 9.

11:15 am. At the hospital I call to see why no one showed for the appointment. After being routed through several individuals (and after escaping from the dreaded telephone tree) I am given a new ticket number. I dutifully write it down and treasure that number. Silly me. I am told that the appointment for August 7 had been cancelled. The appointment was for a technician to come to install the modem inside the house. However, because no cable had been wired between the street and the house, there was no sense in sending the tech. Of course, I was not notified. This agent assures me that someone from the “dispatch team” will call me to schedule a new appointment within 24 hours.

2:00 pm. Dispatch calls! A victory. Dispatch has no call back number and is apparently top-secret – Comcast’s version of the NSA. It quickly becomes clear that the ticket was written incorrectly. The ticket is for a buried cable. Instead I need an aerial cable strung. That requires dispatch to send me to a different department. I am assured that the “aerial cable” dispatch office will make an appointment. I was put on hold for 10 minutes. The dispatch agent came back on the line several times to assure me that she was waiting to be transferred. At long last I was transferred. The line went dead. No appointment, no call-back.

3:00 pm. I start the phone tree again. My customer service representative is very confused about what I want. After getting my basic information, he indicates that I am not a customer (indeed he kept asking for my customer number). I indicate that I am trying to become a customer. I produce my ticket number and he says he will check if I don’t mind waiting. Every two minutes he comes back on the line to let me know he is checking. This time my phone drops the line – I am getting lousy reception in the hospital. My fault.

4:00 pm. I find a quiet place with better phone reception. I work through the phone tree again. My customer service representative tells me I need to talk to Sales. I point out that won’t help my issue. I am told that I should talk to Tech. That sounds promising, so I am transferred. A successful connection. However, I am told this department can’t help. I am transferred to Sales. Sales listens patiently to my problem and tells me I need to talk to someone in Repair. I am transferred there. Following the fourth explanation of my plight, I am told my old ticket number was never filled. I am given a new ticket number and informed that dispatch will call me at 4:00 pm on August 10. I keep asking why it will take so long for dispatch to call. Amid apologies (I am increasingly getting pissed off) I am told that I will be called at that time.

August 10.

4:00 pm. I am driving home from spending my time with my father in the hospital. There is no call from dispatch.

August 11.

8:15 am. I am getting more clever. I quickly work through the phone tree and get to Repair. I explain my problem to my agent. He assures me that Sales needs to handle my problem. I ask to speak with his supervisor. He indicates he will try to help me without having to go there. I produce my new ticket and he says he will check it out. He tells me he will be putting me on hold. I ask if he has my call back number in the event we get dropped. He does. We do get dropped. No call back.

9:00 am. On to the next representative. Profusely apologetic. Indicates that an appointment has been made for next week. I ask whether this is to schedule a technician to set up the modem in the house. Indeed it is. I note this will not help since I need an aerial cable strung. Again I produce the ticket number. This representative seems to understand my plight (or at least is faking empathy). She will take care of the problem, but needs to put me on hold. Before doing so I make certain she has both my home number and my cell phone number to call back in the event of a dropped line. She dutifully notes both. I’m put on hold. The line drops.

Number of people spoken with: 14

Number of dropped calls: 7

Service completed: 0

Time spent on phone:  6 hours, 11 minutes

I would love to complain about the lousy service from Comcast. But I am not even a customer (yet). It appears that I never will be. Comcast is a large corporation. Mostly its representatives want to help solve problems. But Comcast has grown large very quickly and is having difficulty managing its growth.

If markets worked reasonably efficiently, I would have a number of other providers vying for my services. I am willing to pay. Yet I am served by a monopoly that has little incentive to take me on as a customer. I feel as though I am living in a 3rd world country in which the internet is a novelty. Right now my DSL is running at 22,000 bps. My last telephone modem (retired 20+ years ago) ran at 72,000 bps.

Work and Play, III

This is the final installment of the Bike Ride – a day-by-day log.  To start from the beginning, go here.

Day 8.

Today was a long ride.  We had about 84 miles to cover.  It looked like it was going to be a late start, so I took off after a big breakfast.  I rarely eat a breakfast, but that meal has certainly been critical on this trip.

The first 10 miles were great.  The wind was at my back and the road was not terribly busy.  I was tempted when leaving town to ride a rails to trails route that extended about 50 miles and would have avoided the road.  However, most of the route is designed for mountain bikes and I would have had a tough time with skinny tires.

At 10 miles I hit the first uphill and the wind switched to my face.  It started warming up, so it felt like it was going to be a slog.  But, for every uphill there is a downhill.  Much of the first half of the day involved heading down Hell’s Canyon.  This meant following alongside a river.  The contrast between the water and the dry mountain sides is impressive.  It gives you a real sense of the importance of water.


The second half of the day was a real switch.  Out of the desert and back into forest.  Although we were nominally going downhill, it was windy and I had to pedal constantly.  Robert had the best animal sighting today.  A yearling black bear ran across the road in front of him.  Several other people saw it happen and confirmed it.  Therese sighted two badgers running across the road as quickly as their short legs could take them.  As for me, all I spotted were deer and birds.


I could argued that I am halfway to the north pole.  At one point I crossed the 45th parallel.  Okay, I haven’t pedaled that far.


The day was to end in Pollock.  We had a dificult time finding it.  Although it was on the bike route map, it was nowhere to be found on the road.  Therese estimated where it might be and we called it good. A long day covering about 84 miles of windy, but pretty country.  From there we backtracked in the car to McCall, ID. to spend the night.  There weren’t many options for spending the night near where we rode. McCall was nice and we met up with Nancy.  Despite the reunion, everyone was too tired to do much and we were spread out in different hotels,

Day 9.

We started by driving a bit past where we left off the day before.  Little did we realize that salmon season was in full swing.  Places along the river were jammed with cars and hopeful anglers.  The ride looked promising with a long downhill with the river.  At the end of the day we knew there would be a steep climb and then another long downhill.

It was surprising how quickly we left the forest and ended back in high desert.  There was plenty of water in the river bed, but grass and little else on the hillsides.  Even so I find the scenery to be beautiful, quiet  and deserted.

We turned off the main highway to climb what was the old highway.  This was on the Nez Perce reservation and the road went past an infamous battle site where the Nez Perce war started in 1877. The climb went on forever, up switchbacks and through scrub land.  It was possible to look up and see the aray of switchbacks reaching into the sky.  While daunting, this was the most spectacular part of the ride so far.  Looking back down into the valley was thrilling.  All of us commented on the same thing at the end of the day.  Awe inspiring.  Getting to the top of White Bird Summit was a relief.


We stopped short that evening.  I thought about continuing another 20 miles, but everyone else had enough riding for the day and we had gotten off to a bit of a late start.  The next day was going to be extra long.  Surprisingly in Grangeville, where we stayed, we had our best meal of the trip.  A small restaurant in a small town with a very limited menu.  Yet the food was excellent, prepared with care and would have fit well in the Houston restaurant scene.  Stop by the Twisted Cellar if you ever get a chance.

Day 10.

Bradon and I left early.  We hoped to ride the 108 miles to our next stop.  The first 40 miles looked to be easy and was mostly downhill.  However, following that it was steadily uphill and there were no services for the remaining miles.  We would definitely need support.  The plan was to meet at mile 48 to get fresh water and lunch.

The ride out of town was stunning.  We rode through fields of mustard, wheat, barley and oats.  All of this was through a rolling countryside. It was mainly heading downhill.  After 15 miles, we suddenly faced a steep descent through switchbacks, loose gravel and hairpin turns.  Of course, I hit the fastest speed for the entire ride on this stretch – just under 50 mph.  Exciting and a bit frightening at the same time.  Later I learned that Joe had tried to ride his disk brakes all the way down and they started to freeze up on him.  Therese had to pick him up and ferry him down the remaider of the climb.  Therese also came upon a biker who had overlapped with us for several days.  He was fully loaded, carrying all his own gear.  He was heading from Portland, Oregon to Portland, Maine.  He stopped and was walking down with his bike because of the steepness and weight.  Therese gave him a ride to the bottom.


I pushed on and rode to the meeting place.  The ride was on a pretty narrow road, but uneventful.  This stretch of the highway is usually filled with large trucks, but today was Sunday so it was relatively quiet.  I waited for quite a while before Bradon joined me.  He had stopped in a prior town for coffee.  I was at the point where there were no further services and waited over two and a half hours.  We were both worried that something had happened, especially with the steep descent.  It turns out that the rest of the group had gotten off to a late start.  It was very frustrating not knowing what was going on.  Cell service is nonexistant in most of this part of the country.  It has even been rare to have a WiFi connection most of the time where we have spent the night.  Ughh, sounds like a “first world” problem.


I ran out of time to make the full 108 miles.  I stopped after 87 as it was starting to get late.  It was also getting difficult.  The route was getting steeper going uphill and the road was increasing rough. Bradon and I both caught the sag wagon and joined the rest of the group, who had driven ahead, at the Lochsa Lodge.  Tomorrow is the ascent over Lolo pass.  All along the route we have been told that it will be very difficult.  I’ve ridden it once before and did not recall it being that tough.  But, I was younger then.

Day 11.

An early start to get over Lolo pass.  Only 14 miles to the top and then it looks like a gradual downhill from there into Missoula.  Only 60 miles to ride and it should be a breeze.

The pass was difficult, but not bad.  We’ve ridden worse passes on this trip.  Perhaps it is because all of us are stronger than when we started.  Wonderful to get on top and be at the Montana border.  It almost makes me wish I had a few more states left to ride through.  We waited at the top for everyone to show up so we could get a group photo.  It was nice to see that we all could make it this far.



Coming down the pass was great, but the steep downhill did not last long enough.  After just four miles we had a slow, steady grade downhill following a creek.  Native Americans had called this creek “no salmon.”  On the other side of the pass the river was called “has salmon.”  It is an important difference.  Naturally, the wind picked up and was in my face.  It is a bit frustrating knowig you are riding downhill, yet having to pedal hard to keep moving.

It was disheartening to get closer to Missoula.  Increasingly along the road there were cabins anf homes.  Signs of civilization, but detracting from all the beauty I had experienced for the past 11 days.

We all made it, though there were two flats today.  I have been fortunate.  No flats over the 645 miles that I rode.  It has been fun.  Next time I would like a longer ride.


Work and Play, II

The continuing saga of play.

Day 6.

I was much improved following a day off, icing my tendon and taking aspirin. This meant that I got to ride today! Of course at the outset I wasn’t sure that I wanted to. It was in the 40s and raining at the outset. However, the promise was that the rain would let up and the sun would start peeking.

It was a short distance day. We started off with a great breakfast in Baker City. The place was a refuge of old hippies, with vinyl records and an old fashioned stereo system (the same model tuner/amp that I used to own, so it was an antique). However, it was still raining and cold. It didn’t matter because we all suited up and headed out.

First stop for me was a Forest Service museum concerning the Oregon trail. After hearing about their hardships, I decided to stop complaining. They were happy to cover 10-15 miles per day. I expect to do that in less than an hour. My roads are in a lot better shape than theirs. The museum was sited on top of a hill overlooking the valley. It meant I had a one mile steep ride – probably the steepest of the entire trip. The trip was worth it and I won’t complain.

Most of the afternoon was downhill. We were following Hell’s Canyon. This is the really dry side of Oregon. Little grows except right near the river bed. The canyon walls are very steep in places. But, by traveling downstream, it meant losing altitude. It seemed more like Heck’s Canyon because it was cool, overcast and downhill.

We paid the price for all the downhill. The last segment of the day was up the side of a mountain. Robert and Gigi opted out of the full climb. Gigi’s knee has been bothering her. Both Joe and Bradon took it on. They finished before I did and we agreed that it was a pretty difficult climb. It only lasted 5 miles, but it was a very slow ride. The worst part is that you can see the road miles ahead of you. I prefer something forested when I can only see the road several hundred feet ahead of me. That way I can fool myself that the climb isn’t all that bad. After cresting the summit it was no time into town.

We had a wonderful little place to stay in Halfway, Oregon. The Pine Valley Lodge is very quirky. The rooms are all different and there is plenty of outdoor space to sit around. Several of us shared a bottle of wine to celebrate the end of the day’s ride (and I iced my tendon). It even warmed up a bit, but the sun made only a brief appearance. It shined on me for two minutes when I reached the summit.


Day 7.

Sunshine! We haven’t seen sunshine since we started this trip. My tendon felt very good, so I was ready to ride. I think that all of us would have loved to spend an extra day at the B&B. But, it was time to move on.


Once again we faced a long downhill ride, still in Hell’s Canyon. We have been warned that later in the day we’ll be hitting another pass that will be worse than yesterday’s. It looks worse on the elevation map.


Joe was worn out from yesterday’s ride, so the rest of us headed out. The downhill continued to be amazing. Today it was perfectly calm all morning. It made riding very nice, especially with the sun. All my cold weather gear is packed away and I hope not to have to use it for the rest of the trip.

Ughhh. The pass was tough. A very long ride uphill that seemed to have no end. It was hot and there was little shade. Even so the ride was pretty and we were rewarded with a fast downhill.

Therese and I grabbed a few beers and I soaked my ankles in the swimming pool. It wasn’t heated, so that made it better than an ice pack. Afterward, in Cambridge, ID we ate gourmet hot dogs at a very quirky place. The town only has 380 people, and this gourmet dog place was struggling. However, it was enormous fun and eating outdoors on a deck was a treat. No mosquitoes so far. A nice end to a sunshine filled day.

Day 7.

Partly cloudy this morning, but plenty of sunshine. We got off to a late start, but we did not have a light day ahead of us. I took off as quickly as possible. The first part pf the ride was through a long valley. When I started the wind was at my back. But by mile 11 it switched to blowing in my face. This was okay, except it happened with the first of the uphills. Today there was a long climb, but slow and in stages.

It was warm enough to ride without jackets and riding into the wind kept me warmed up. Early on in the ride I spent some time in a local town museum. For whatever reason, I love these places. They often have a strange mix of whatever was donated. You can never tell what you’ll find. In this case it was a dentist’s office run by a female dentist who had gotten her schooling in 1912. Apparently she was much beloved and feared by the folks in the town. Quite the amazing story of a woman who fought against the tide.

Robert had the best wildlife sighting today. As he was coming downhill, he watch a year-old black bear cross the road about 80 feet in front of him. I haven’t seen that kind of wildlife so far.

The remainder of the afternoon and early evening was a downhill ride along the Little Salmon river. Again we were back into fir trees. The river was flowing pretty well and was loud. Unfortunately the road was narrow and busy with traffic. Worse, the wind was really strong. I spent all of my time pedaling to keep going downhill. It wasretty demoralizing after 26 miles.


At the end of the day we met up with Nancy, who is Therese and Robert’s sister. She wanted to join us on the last part of the ride and will be a welcome addition. Dinner was over many beers brewed in McCall, ID. Many stories we told about the siblings. At then end of the meal it was clear that everyone was tired. A longer day tomorrow looms. Yet another steep climb.

Balancing Work and Play

I advocate balancing work and play. However, I have never been very good about it. Most academics are terrible at striking the balance. This mostly has to do with the fact that we are our own small businesses, we overcommit and we infrequently find extended blocks of time in which we can think hard about our research. When we do have such time (weekends or short holidays) we tend to devote it to work. I know that I often do this.

When I stepped down as Editor of AJPS I decided I would do something to force me to play. I was certainly burned out. The journal was a full time job and I continued to teach and try to carry out my own research. I needed to clear my mind. What better way than to take a long bike ride?

I may be trying to recapture my youth. 16 years ago I rode my bike across the US and I had a ball. It was an amazing trip and was a fabulous way to see the country. I went with a very large group as part of a fundraiser for the American Lung Association. It seemed like a deluxe trip. A truck carried my gear from llace to place. Meals were prepared along the way. All I had to do was ride, pitch my tent, sleep and repeat.

This time I’m scaling back. Five of us are riding together from Florence, Oregon to Missoula, Montana. We thought about a cross country trip, but the logistics got complicated. We’ll do the cross country trip next year (at least I will). This scaled back ride will take 11 days and will take us through some lovely scenery. It has been a very long time since I have taken this much time off. I won’t be thinking about work. I will be letting my head clear. Perhaps I’ll feel recharged (or more likely worn out).

The point is to strike some balance. I am not advocating that everyone go out and jump on a bike and ride 90 miles a day. Instead I hope that the message is to take some time off from your work. Do something you enjoy that is unrelated to your work. You are likely to come back to your work refreshed. We’ll see what it does for me.

I am going to add to this post each day to chronicle the ride. It won’t be terribly academic, but it will mean I can spend some time each day writing. It won’t be work – just fun.

Day 1

The ride was from Florence to Eugene, Oregon – approximately 80 miles. The group included Therese, my wife, who volunteered to drive the “sag” wagon. Her job was the most important. She set up regular stops where the riders would have food and water. Robert, Therese’s brother is part of the riding group. His sons, Bradon and Joe, also are riding. The last of the group is Gigi, Robert’s partner. None of the others have ever ridden long distance before. I’ve done a number of long rides, including across the US. However, I used to be a lot younger. image

Florence is on the Pacific coast and if this was a cross country ride I suppose I would have dipped my wheel in the Pacific. There was no need on this ride and we were all anxious to get started. It started raining the previous day and looked threatening as we left. The first 10 miles were on a busy highway with large shoulders. The shoulders made riding easy even with the traffic. The route followed a river and was lined with hills filled with large firs.

We turned off the main highway onto a much smaller and less traveled road. The shoulders were minimal, but so was the traffic. I love riding back roads. Here the scenery was spectacular. Being from Houston I’m used to trees. But here the trees were huge and covered in moss. Of course the rain dampened things a bit. However, the rain was light and not constant. Riding and rain when it is cold is my nightmare. This wasn’t so bad.

A most amazing part of the ride was on a bike path coming into Eugene. The path cuts through a wildlife area that supports a ton of birds. No surprise that Eugene, the Austin of Oregon, is supporting both biking and wildlife. The path seems to be used a lot by both the feathered and the legged. Of course, on the bike path Gigi got the first flat of the ride. Up to this point we all had been fortunate.

The end of the day finished with beers. Of course there are an amazing number of local beers. I tried as many as I could.


Day 2.

Off to a late start this morning. But we had a light day – only 60 miles. It was a good idea because tomorrow we have a very difficult ride. I hate riding in strange cities. Eugene is hardly a big city. Nonetheless, getting out of town was a lot more difficult thna getting into it. I have a great mapset for biking that I bought from TransAmerica. Even so, it was a pain.

Once out of town the scenery was again great and the route that we took is widely used by a lot of the area cyclists. Consequently there were plenty of bikes on the road and few cars. It was a great time for quiet – just the spin of tires on the road.

Again it was overcast, but at least there was no rain. Lunch was where the first water break was going to be. We were off to a late start, which was fine given that we only had 60 miles to cover. Robert and Gigi arrived fairly late. Robert had the second flat of the trip and it turned out that his pump didn’t work. He had to wait for another cyclist to bail him out.

The remainder of the afternoon began on a very busy stretch of road. At least the shoulder was wide. Eventually the traffic thinned a bit. As it did the trees along the road seemed to grow in height.

Who knew that Oregon has an abundance of covered bridges. These were mainly built in the 1930s and they were all along the route. I found that I kept stopping to play sightseer. The last stop of the day was McKenzie Bridge. It is nothing more than a general store. Lots of people biking were stopped there, enjoying a beer. Since it was the end of the day, I was happy to join them.


By the end of the day everyone was worn out. Part of this had to do with the difficult ride the day before.

Day 3.

We were down to two riders today – me and Bradon. The morning was given over to a 22 mile, 4000 foot climb over McKenzie Pass. The road is closed all winter and is very narrow. When the snow is cleared, the road is open to bicycles. It was out lucky day. Tomorrow, June 16, the road will be opened to cars. Today we had the road to ourselves.

What a great climb! Very difficult betwen miles 5 and 18. However, riding switchbacks through giant firs is not bad. The rain held off and there were a lot of cyclists on the road. My favorite was the guy with his two-year-old son being towed in a trailer. Dad said it was his father’s day gift – a chance to spend time with his son. He looked like he was having fun on his way down.


I had plenty of layers of clothes and was glad I brought them. It was very cold on top the summit and really windy. I didn’t dally up top. Of course the best part is having a 15 mile downhill ride. The rest of the group met us about 6 miles down the side of the mountain where the snowgate remained closed to autos. Lunch and plenty of water, then back downhill.


The rest of the group headed off to run errands and I pushed on another 35 miles. Once down out of the mountains I road along a fairly level road, with a very strong tailwind. The area was much dryer and more agriculutral. I bailed on riding the remaining 10 miles as my achilles tendon was starting to bother me. I found a great brewpub and settled in with a Cyclops One Eye P A. Delicious!

Day 4.

Ouch. My achillies tendon is a problem. Right from the start of the ride it was painful. Therese, the ever faithful sag wagon driver, grabbed an ankle bandage and that helped. I managed the first 20 miles which wound up into the mountains. We were back into large firs and I couldn’t resist the scenery. However, the tendon was hurting enough by mile 20 that I rode for a while. Sadly I rode to the top of a pass and got out to pedal the downhill. What a whimp.

The first downhill was great, but I had not earned it. It was a 10 mile downhill with about a 1500 foot descent. A lot of fun, but very windy and so I only hit around 42 mph. We stopped for lunch in a delightful little town, Mitchell, and chatted with a number of very talkative locals. They get a lot of bicyclists through and we were made veey welcome. I kept riding, deciding I had better earn my next downhill. This was a slog – 6 miles of steady uphill. I don’t mind riding uphill. What I do mind is constantly seeing the steady grade miles ahead of you. On this side of the mountains it is more like high desert with few trees. There is nothing to block your vision, especially as the highway stretches on seemingly for miles and miles.

Climbs are almost always rewarded with downhills. I continued for another 20 miles, downhill, in about 50 minutes. I had a strong tailwind to push me along. This area was gorgeous in a high desert way. Not much traffic and very few dwellings. But, I had to call it quits. I didn’t want to do any damage to my tendon and my knee was starting to hurt. This new problem was probably due to compensating for my tendon. Sheesh. It is tough to get old.


I wish I had finished the ride for the day. It continued downhill for many more miles and ended up coming through a very narrow gorge near part of the John Day fossil beds. The geology in this area is striking.

Day 5.

Ughhh. I’m not riding today. My knee was feeling horrible last night, but better today. My achillies tendon is not much better. We all decided on a short day today and Robert, Gigi and Bradon are riding. It is overcast and cold with rain off and on. I would rather be riding, but I think it is smart to hold off.

It has been smart. I’m feeling better and I’ll be able to ride tomorrow. It helped that I had a Barley Brown WFO IPA. Wonderful beer brewed in Baker City.