Archive for January, 2012 connects with in Santa Rosa, California has connected with the Rent A Bike Now network  that offers customers a one-click solution to renting bicycles anywhere in North America.

When in Sonoma County, offers Bike Friday rentals with a concierge-quality mobile service oriented to the discriminating consumer who values a quality travel experience. Bicycles are booked online or by phone, then delivered to the customer’s location (in the Sonoma County region), or via UPS door-to-door shipment.

“We wanted to share the love we have for Bike Fridays, so we’ve made access to the bikes easy and fun,” founders Geoffrey Smith and Camille Armstrong say.

Their partnership with Rent A Bike Now makes planning a Sonoma County bicycle adventure a snap.

“Cycling is all about the experience and delivers on all counts,” says George Gill, President of “From high-end equipment to free delivery, these guys go the extra mile for every customer.” is an authorized sales and rental dealer for Bike Friday folding bicycles. View their web site  or call 855-483-3732 toll-free.

Add comment January 30, 2012

Making of a Catalog, part 2

[EDITOR'S NOTE: This is the SECOND INSTALLMENT of the Catalog Tales. It's the story of the adventure to collect photos for a catalog that morphed from a traditional piece to the publication now available by contacting us here.]


By Raz

Mountains, lakes, rivers — Oregon offers so many options it’s impossible to create lists, much less rankings.

The Rogue River becomes my next stop strictly because of its location. Camping overnight at Farewell Bend just outside Union Creek will leave me on the fringe of Crater Lake National Park, and allow me a quick trip in the morning.

Before I go any further, let me proudly admit there is another reason for this stop. If you are ever within 100 clicks of Union Creek, find a way to get there. It is the home of Beckie’s Pies. Simply put, a taste of Oregon that you will never, ever, forget.

The New World Tourist catching the final rays before the sun ducks behind the tree line.

At Farewell Bend, The Rogue cuts through lava flow with near laser-like precision, leaving behind mind-boggling rapids and falls.

With the sun quickly descending behind a ridge of firs, I have enough time for a quick series of photos along the lava banks.

On my ride back to my campsite in the shade, I pass a lucky fisherman camping on the river. He carries five rainbow trout, reminding me it’s time for dinner as soon as I get camp set up.


Nice try, but I get the tent. Bikes spend the night in the truck.

After dinner, it’s time for a campfire. My family and I spend a lot of time camping. We spent the entire summer of 2005 living out of our 10-foot tent camper, as we toured the West deciding where to live.

That was a lot of nights around the campfire, talking about our day. Those were special nights. Quality time. We did eventually decide to settle in Eugene. Eventually I connected with Bike Friday.

But, there’s something about spending the evening around the campfire.

I'm not saying they are competitive, but ...

OK, I’ll admit, this isn’t the greatest photo ever taken. You’re probably laughing at me wondering why I took it in the first place. [Don't feel badly, I'm laughing at myself wondering why I took it in the first place.]

However, as my daughters watched the slideshow of my weekend, it swept Sierra into the place I live in my mind’s eye.

“They (the Bike Fridays) look like photos of people on vacation,” Sierra said, a few slides before the campfire scene popped up. Then that shot pops up.

“OMG, that really looks like people now!”

Crater Lake


Light is fickle.

My imagination went into overdrive last night, contemplating the possibilities of morning light on Crater Lake.

Seriously, I headed this direction believing with all my heart that it’s nearly impossible to take a bad photo of Crater Lake.

That was before I saw the morning light diffusing a haze over Crater Lake. Ah, yes, it’s all about the light. Refraction, reflection. But you do need light.

I snapped a couple of photos before I realized my greatest mistake of enjoying my time around the campfire with Ridgely the night before. I failed to plug my camera battery in for a recharge.


New World Tourist and Wizard Island.

No worries. It became the perfect excuse to have breakfast at the Crater Lake Lodge, since I skipped a campfire breakfast to get here in time for the morning light.

After ordering the French Toast filled with Marion berry cream cheese — which won the nod in a tight vote over the breakfast trout — and recharging the battery, we began the drive around the lake.

Before we got really rolling, we caught some deer having their breakfast.

The Rocket at breakfast.

A ranger once told me the average length of a visit to Crater Lake is 45 minutes. That means most visitors opt against driving [or riding] the complete loop. Granted, it takes well into July most years for the complete loop to open. If it’s open, do not pass. Go for it. The views are stellar.

Even if you can only ride a few miles of it, just imagine the memories.

New World Tourist and Vidae Falls on the East Rim Drive.


The Rocket with some views on East Rim Drive.


Ridgely and the New World Tourist chillin'. Hey, modeling is a lot of work.




Add comment January 27, 2012

Critique from Mozambique

[EDITOR'S NOE: We recently received this travel log from Bike Friday owner Rowan Moore Gerety.]

A few words on having the Bike Friday in Mozambique:

I should start by saying I have never seen a bicycle turn heads as my Bike Friday did in Mozambique.

“Avião!” was the kids’ most common refrain — airplane — to describe how sleek it looked and how fast it moved.

I also heard, “original” (as in not pirated) and “máquina” (machine — as in damn reliable).

Seeing it fold was something else.  More than once, I had the pleasure of taking my bags off a bus and staying silent as I gathered my things together while the motorcycle taxis hounded me for business. It always drew a great laugh from onlookers when, after telling taxistas repeatedly that I didn’t need a ride, I unfolded my BF, hung the paniers on, and wheeled off.

Bikes are pretty common throughout the countryside there, so as different as mine looked and felt from the average Indian-made Hero brand bike there, it was something that everyone could relate to.

Most people had a standard by which to judge bikes in a way they wouldn’t have computers or cars, so it was fun to see how everyone reacted.  I made a lot of friends because of the bike, and made more than a few teenagers’ days by letting them take it for a spin.

I was impressed by the bike’s performance, too. With the exception of a broken grip shift which I replaced with a little Made-in-China substitute, I had no mechanical troubles in 10 months of daily riding on rough gravel and dirt paths, and overall abuse. It rode fast and upright, much as a full-sized bike does, and handled well on rough terrain.

Before leaving, I could not have imagined how practical it would be to have a bike with me in Mozambique.

On short distances, public transit, where it exists, would have doubled or tripled my travel time, and often, I found myself in towns with nothing but motorcycle taxis, and those sometimes few and far between.

Nor would I have guessed how much more practical a folding bike would be than a normal bike.

In the capital, Maputo, late at night, I put it in the trunk of taxis if I was worried about riding home, and on long trips, it got shoved into impossible crevices in the bowels of buses and vans without much of a problem.

Many vehicles carry cargo on the outside, too, but the police often solicit additional bribes for this, and they pass the charges onto you! Once, my bike traveled 1000 miles strapped to the underside of a bus chassis just inside the rear wheel well and emerged, miraculously, unscathed.

Thanks again,


My friend Agusto, who I met on the street selling cell phone credit, taking my Bike Friday for a ride.

My Bike Friday, fully loaded, in the middle of a long ride — 50 miles on hilly dirt road, which the bike handled with no problem!

Making my custom, handmade headset wrench.

My custom, handmade headset wrench.

Making my custom, handmade headset wrench.

1 comment January 26, 2012

Making of a Catalog, part 1

[EDITOR'S NOTE: This is the FIRST INSTALLMENT of the Catalog Tales. It's the story of the adventure to collect photos for a catalog that morphed from a traditional piece to the publication now available by contacting us here.]


By Raz

The Lowell Covered Bridge emerges from the haze like a dream while its reflection dances like an apparition in the nearly placid Dexter Lake as I drive past along Highway 58 headed east from Eugene into the mountains.

That would make a stellar photo by anyone’s standard. Since I’ve donated my Labor Day weekend to that particular cause, finding great photos of the essence of Oregon, the temptation gnaws at me.

I’m just 20 minutes into a weekend of travel and exploration, so I zip past. I could drive 20 minutes some other morning for this shot, and maybe catch the rowers in an 8-man scull in a perfect position. Not today. The clock is ticking.

The morning light that brings Dexter Lake to life won’t last forever. I’m hoping it at least holds on until I can get to Waldo Lake. That would be a perfect beginning for my adventure.

I have no more than a vague outline in my head of what I hope to do. Sure, there are some back at the office who shook their heads when I pitched my idea.

“I don’t understand why you think you need these photos …” the Devil’s Advocate said so matter-of-factly.

To be honest, I’m not sure I understand, either. The need comes from a source within, possibly my Muse. Maybe this is my only way to properly communicate how I feel about Bike Friday, both the company and the bikes.

A Picture is worth …

I’m a writer. Words, sometimes, don’t feel adequate.

So that’s why I packed up three Bike Fridays, camping gear and squeezed in my black lab Ridgely. That, and the fact that I’m about to produce my first catalog for Bike Friday.

I believe in themes in any communication. This catalog will celebrate our 20th anniversary. A lot can change in 20 years.

One thing that stayed true, through it all, was the commitment by Hanz and Alan Scholz to keep building Bike Fridays in Oregon.

Bike Fridays represent the independent spirit of adventure that defines Oregon, that was born with the Oregon Trail and lives on. I wanted to capture that in the photos.

So, Waldo Lake emerged as stop No. 1 on my journey, if for no other reason, it was the first great photo op on my way to the quintessential Oregon scenic — Crater Lake National Park.


The main artery that pumps life into Eugene, the Willamette River, begins in the crystal clear waters of Waldo Lake high above the mountain bike nest of Oakridge.

For some hardcore Oregonians, the aspect of the Waldo Lake experience that reveals our essence beyond its breathtaking views is the sound of silence.

You cannot run a combustion engine on Waldo Lake. Interaction with the lake remains natural.

Early morning on Shadow Bay brings out an interesting collection of Oregonians.


The fact that I zoomed past Dexter Lake with the image  in my head of rowers gliding on glass is not lost on me as I pull up to Shadow Bay and see men preparing hand-made wooden kayaks for morning of paddling.

They prove to be as intrigued by my folding bikes as I am with their kayaks.

They take the time to explain to me the details of ordering a kit, and building your own kayak. I watched from afar as a neighbor and his friend slowly pieced together a wooden canoe, and despite my lack of handyman skills, I’m tempted.

Likewise, I surprise them with word that Bike Fridays are built right in Eugene. They remark how well a folding bicycle would have worked on a recent trip that involved short portages from river to river.

I point out they wouldn’t be the first to strap a Bike Friday to their vessels.

Launching Labor Day Weekend.

Moving on to adventure.Â

The New World Tourist appears on the boat ramp, with the kayaks launching.

The Pocket Llama waits its turn in the truck.

The morning sun casts shadows of the Pocket Rocket at Shadow Bay.

About 30 minutes later, I’m heading for the north side of the lake feeling that it is going to be a special weekend.

My mind wanders as I race morning light to the other side.

What I love about Waldo Lake is that you could easily find any one of these three Bike Fridays here.

If you’re touring through Oregon on your New World Tourist, the route from Eugene to Crater Lake would take you up Highway 58, through Oakridge, past Salt Creek Falls, Waldo Lake and over the Willamette Pass.

Shelter Cove on the west end of Odell Lake offers a calmer side of that legendary splash in the Cascades. A stop at the Odell Lake Lodge is a must, if, for no other reason, than to see the mounted Mackinaw that lurk beneath the surface.

The Mackinaw – huge lake trout that can exceed 30 pounds — always capture my attention.

But don’t let me get ahead of myself. That’s farther up the road.

Yeah, my foot is on the ground. Let's see you get back onto the bike and in position with a 10-second timer on a camera wedged between two rocks!


I’ve yet to come to Waldo Lake when the roads are clear of snow and not see roadies taking advantage of the challenging terrain and wonderful views.

Driving through the campgrounds, mountain bikes like the Pocket Llama have only a slight edge in numbers of Pocket Rocket-like road bikes.

Which, of course, brings me to the Llama.

It comes out of the truck on the north end of the lake, screaming for action.

I have one particular photo in my mind’s eye that I cannot leave without.

To get that photo, however, it will mean, however, hitting the trail.

So much for keeping this brand-new Ink Black Llama in pristine condition for its photo shoot. The dusty trails that wind through the Taylor Burn area en route to my destination turn the Big Apples a shade of burnt orange, not to mention coat the rest of the bike.

The Taylor Burn area slowly battles back to life with wildflowers.

A bath in the stream helps a little, and I get a bit carried away with some experimental photos.

They toy with my mind.

They look interesting, but really, what’s the story?

This Bike Friday just decided to head out on a log, and see how far it could get?


Llama chilling in Waldo Lake.

Llama trying to one-up Ridgely.

Somehow I’m transferring Ridgely’s curious personality to the bikes.


It might be a loooong weekend.

I eventually get back on the Llama.

About 20 minutes into the ride I’m completely overwhelmed by the joy of scooting up and down the trail, exquisite views of the lake popping in and out of the trees. I’ve forgotten this is my Bike Friday, and not my Gary Fisher Cake.

When I find my spot for my photo, the temptation to throw away the rest of the day on the trail and complete the 23-mile loop around the lake — one of the outstanding mountain bike adventures Oregon has to offer — is cranked up in intensity by my heart rate.

My favorite photo of Ridgely at Waldo Lake now includes the Llama.

The calming views of my photo bring me back to reality.

I’ve got miles to log before the evening light. Photos to shoot.




3 comments January 20, 2012

Business by Bike

This is what happens when business takes you off the beaten path.

Check out the entry in What Do You Do on a Friday.

Add comment January 19, 2012

Essay Contest Winner’s Tour

Alana Schneider (front row, left) won the Bike Friday/Science Factory essay contest and came for a Factory Tour with her family: Wesley (front right), Juniper (back left) and Shawn.

As part of the celebration for the Eugene Science Factory’s 50th Anniversary, Bike Friday joined forces with them to conduct an essay contest for students.

Students wrote in 100 words or less: How A Folding Bicycle Could Change Your Family’s Life.

Alana Schneider, a 9-year-old home schooler from Veneta, Oregon, won. Her prize: Her family will have free use of a Bike Friday Family Tandem for six months beginning when the Oregon weather obliges.

Alana’s essay:

The Amazing Folding Bicycle

Once in a town not quite as big as Eugene, there lived a family of four. The Dad, Mom, Sister and Brother each had a bike. Now, these bikes were special. You’ll probably think they have fancy gears or maybe you’ll say they are brand new, but no, that’s not it. They can fold up! We all went on a trip and we barely had room for the bikes. When we folded them up, they fit perfect and we could bring extra camping gear. It was exciting. We rode our fold-up bicycles everywhere.

On Friday, Alana and her family took a Tour of the Bike Friday Factory.

Bike Friday Showroom Host Kirk Toy (left) showed them our Service Area ...


They checked out a work station.


And got a look at our Kitting Area.

Add comment January 16, 2012

Drawn Together

Traveling together in Belgium and France means finding a good place to park.

Maria Ng sent in some photos of her and Bike Friday
traveling companions Carol Taylor, Trish Woods,
Daniele Leyder and Karel Pelikan, who cycled through
Belgium and France in September 2011.

From lett, Carol Taylor, Maria Ng, Trish Woods, Daniele Leyder, and Karel Pelikan.


What they lookin' at?

1 comment January 12, 2012

Check out the latest from Lynette Chiang on Bike Friday owner Lon Haldeman:
By Lynette Chiang
This one’s for BF Desert Campers and fans of Lon Haldeman/PACTOUR.
I’m just back from an assignment in Peru videoing PACTOUR’s many, many charitable projects for schools, orphans and streetkids there. He also sponsors two local women cycling champs who are training for the Olympics. Here’s the 90 sec trailer on the brand new Pactour YouTube channel (PacTrack) – do leave a nice encouraging comment there for Lon
Here’s the trip itself that you can do with PACTOUR
My account:
I’m now on a 20-min DVD that will hopefully attract donations to continue this work. So feel free to contact him and offer to donate – or do a/the tour with him. Fun stuff!

Add comment January 10, 2012

Alan’s Super Pro

Here’s a little peek at the Super Pro that Alan Scholz put together recently. It weighs in at 15.5 pounds:

3 comments January 4, 2012

Hanz Scholz Enjoys the Good Life

Since he was here anyway, Co-Founder Hanz Scholz quickly found his way back into the Bike Friday shop. He worked on some handlebars. Later grabbed some tubing to take home.

Home, these days, is Winthrop, in the heart of Central Washington’s Methow Valley. That’s where Hanz moved his family after leaving Bike Friday.

“It was basically a major lifestyle change,” Hanz says. “I went simply so my kids could get away from the city. And get away from video games. We’re out in one of the most beautiful places in the country.”

It doesn’t take long to get Hanz raving about his new home and its endless outdoor opportunities. It takes even less time for him to pay tribute to what he left behind.

“It’s great, but I do miss my customers,” Hanz says. “I miss that interaction with them. Talking to them. Actually, we have about a dozen Bike Friday owners in the valley. I have customers who come out to visit me. And, once or twice a week, I’ll see someone on a Bike Friday touring through the valley. If I have a chance, I’ll chase them down and talk.”

Of course, that’s one of the summer features of the Methow Valley. What lured Hanz more than anything are the winter enticements. Primarily for him, the 200 kilometers of first-class cross-country ski trails that snake throughout the majestic valley.

“I’ll tell you, if Eugene had snow, we might have never left,” Hanz says. “Up there we get lots of sunshine, and lots of snow. We have some of the best groomed trails in the country. We’re just two miles from the school and the grocery. But 45 miles from the nearest city.”

Hanz admits he needed a break from the hectic job of helping build Bike Friday to what it is today. He also needed to find the right place for him to raise his children, Stella, and Gretta, now ages 6 and 9. They have a nice spread where his wife Lisa keeps her horses, and they all enjoy the outdoor life.

“There’s just so much for us to do there,” Hanz says. “My kids are really blossoming there. It’s interesting in that it’s such a small community, yet they have more friends that they had in Eugene. Close friends. I know more people than I knew in Eugene. I know about 100 kids up there.”

Hanz knows them from getting involved. He coaches skiing and soccer, and last year started a youth mountain bike program.

“That’s something that I really enjoy doing,” Hanz says. “I have the time to really be with my kids and spend time with them.”

He hasn’t completely left Bike Friday behind.

Last fall, when Bike Friday ran into difficulties with its rack supplier, Hanz came to the rescue — despite some difficult times.

“We basically just moved into a new house when all that happened,” Hanz says. “In a matter of weeks, I had to transform my carport into a shop.”

It became a lesson in essence of the heart of Winthrop.

“I asked my neighbor if he could help me out,” Hanz says, referring to John Albright, who worked with a local contractor. “He said, yeah, I moonlight.”

Hanz pauses for a second.

“He’d come over at 5 and work until 11,” Hanz says. “He was hammering and I was making racks. He did a great job. Totally sealed it up. Now its my shop.”

What happened next, though, caught Hanz off-guard.

“When it came time to settle up, he said don’t worry about it,” Hanz says. “He said we’ll work out some trades. It will all come out in the wash.”

The first installments came when Hanz snowplowed John’s driveway last winter. The rest, like life in the Methow Valley, will sort itself out.

“Really, it’s just a great place to be,” Hanz says, “we just love it.”

Add comment January 3, 2012

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