The date was Friday, July 13, 2007. Yes, Friday the 13th. What started as a normal happy hour at the Smiling Moose quickly turned into a ridiculous dick measuring contest. Joe “Papa Joe” Heckman, infamous retired Triangle Bike messenger was being encouraged by Pete, the door man, to show that he still had the skill/speed to beat any of the messengers currently working in a race across town. Of course, I am not a bike messenger and never have been. That being said, I’m not really sure how i got involved in the whole thing, but there I was signing a written contract to race Joe.The race: from the Smiling Moose to the N. Craig St. Beer distributor, buy a 30 pack of Pabst, and return to the Moose. The catch: doing this on original Triangle basket bikes. If you’ve never seen one of these bikes, they are certainly something to behold. Weighing in at a modest 45lbs, they are basically single speed steel mtn bikes with a coaster break and a large basket on the front. Not exactly ‘race-ready’ machines, but are brilliant for carrying large loads while messengering. The bet: the first person to return to the Moose with their 30 pack wins. If I win, Joe will pay me $300. (Pretty strong incentive to enter a race!) If Joes wins, he will shave my head bald on the stage of the Moose. Continue Reading »