Share your stories...I love riding for money...lol
Share your stories...I love riding for money...lol
Last edited by Crazyed..27; 11-23-11 at 09:42 PM.
Yep... people I deliver to always say I seem to be in a great mood....I respond that the cycling makes me smile!
Must have been during a warm October and at one of my regular stops I mentioned that pretty soon it would be too cold to wear shorts and the rather exceptional looking receptionist stood up and looked over her desk at me and said... "I hope it stays warm a little longer... "
Never done it, but would do it as a part time basis. Doesn't JimiJohns let you deliver in a bike?
I have never been a bicycle messenger as such, but early in my working days, I worked for Hughes Aircraft and my title was Utility Worker B, which meant that I was to carry packages and objects from point A to point B and use any tools needed to accomplish my job. Often this meant taking stuff between buildings or between divisions of the company. When I had to go from the Airport Site to the El Segundo site, I rode my bike. I'd put the components in my pack, hop on my bike and pedal on. It was a 20 minute ride each direction, but the bicycle was the fastest way because if I were to drive then I'd have to confront two huge parking lots and the walk and drive time exceeded the pedaling door to door time.
At the request / direction of another BFer I have come to this thread and he recommended that I share a few stories since I do work as a bike courier.
First thing I should ask is: Are we only allowed to tell "at work" stories, or are alleycat races valid?
In any case I will post some stories when I get a chance (perhaps later tonight) but I will pre-face the stories with a description of myself (Just for ****s, giggles, and so that future stories have a little context)
I don't follow the typical crowd in any sense really, or maybe I do, so when I go to work I do not ride a steel lugged frame fixie conversion. No that is not my style I like to ride my cyclocross bike and every now and then (On days when I either need a pick-me up or just REALLY nice days) I ride my carbon fiber road bike to work (While, yes I understand this is idiotic, atleast I don't use QR skewers on either bike. And if anyone wants to tell me "You shouldn't do that!" you can save it, I will ride how I want to ride and I accept the consequences, bikes are made to be ridden not hung on a wall). On top of the "high-end" bikes I typically am clean-shaven, wear a helmet, lack tatoos, wear cycling clothing (I use baggy mountain shorts for work, no skin-tight lycra although during the summer I was tempted). And just like any other courier (Or so I like to think) I have no problems bunny hopping curbs, salmoning streets at high speed and skitching cars.
So maybe the description was too long but it gives a little insight into why I tend to get the question "You are the courier!?" when I walk into offices. Regardless, stories later.
I don't follow the crowd either...I just ride my bike...Actually I am an outcast in the city I live in now...lol...I ride my bike and make money...that is good enough for me...!!!
Hey, isn't being a courrier just training for alleycat's?
Being a courier is piece of mind to my soul...I stay in the elements of earth.....ride with good drivers and belligerent ones...I do not pay for gas to make deliveries....I haul azz when needed...great for the heart! I meet tons of solid people everyday....I get to see the city like no other person can...I actually love this job...after working in a warehouse for 10 years....I am not young...but doing what I love while I can...you know?
i shiver with anticipation.
So one story I have is in the first week and a half of my job, when I am still in my "trial period" (which is two weeks) I am doing what we call "The world tour" which involves picking up two interdepartmental mail bags and bringing them to two bank branches, getting the return bags and getting back to the main branch. This whole run is nice because it gives you a total of 4 runs but involves alot of biking in some of the less bicycle friendly areas of Boston (For those of you who know the city it goes from seaport, to southie to shallow dorchester). On my way back from the run on the return to seaport I get a call from my dispatcher.
Dispatch: "Dan, where are you RIGHT NOW!?"
Well as any courier knows this sort of direct question over the radio prompts an "Oh ****!" moment in your brain.
Me: "On D and 1st".
Dispatch: "I need you to go to 200 Seaport RIGHT NOW, get the bag going to 1 lincoln, it needs to get there by 4:00pm, I know this might not be possible but we've gotta try"
*Look at watch, 3:45pm*
I still need to cover about a quarter of a mile to get to the pick, then I need to get through some of the most congested streets to the drop. Well regardless I turn on the afterburners, come flying into Seaport, the client throws me the deposit bag and simply says "You have done this before, just GO!". And I take off like a bat out of hell, cut a few lights, nearly get nailed by an 18 wheeler (slight exaggeration, I more cut behind him in a turn really close) and come screaming into one lincoln. As I get there and go running into the security dock the new security guard yells at me to stop (Normally an older guy is there who knows me and has never given me any trouble), the new guy is this large well built young guy who proceeds to say: "I think your on drugs, open your bag and take off your shoes". Basically just wanting to get the delivery to the dock master ASAP I pop my shoes off (Yay for Lake I/O Boa lacing shoes!) and open my bag, he does the chemical swab wand on all my stuff, waits for the machine to spit out a negative, glares angrily at me and lets me go inside, I sprint up the ramp, hand Srey (Dock master) the bag and he goes "Oh, they are sending a second one today?" the time was 3:57. Later that day, my dispatcher who is notorious for always having a bit of a smart mouth says: "Oh really nice job on the delivery by the way Dan". The next day the client at Seaport tells me: "That was a 14 million dollary check you rushed yesterday, my boss called your boss and said 'If you want our continued business you will gaurantee this by 4pm' to which your dispatcher had said 'not possible' ".
Story of the newbie earning his stripes I guess.
Another story: Getting banned by a client
So there was this one client where I had a little bit of a crush on the secretary, she was my age, seemed friendly enough and always had a smile on when I walked in. So I think "What is the harm?". So I ask her out for coffee and I leave her my number, thinking "Well I will put the ball in her court, if she wants to contact me she can do that, if not w/e". Newbie mistake.
The next day my dispatcher calls me in an says: "Dan, did you ask a secretary at *Client company* out?"
Me: "Uhhhh, yea?"
Dispatcher: "Okay well the client complained and well, long story short we can't send you back there anymore"
From that day forward I was referred to as "Dan the Dog".
Coffee never burnt so bad.
LOL...I have thought of the same thing...but refrained from doing it...because I am on business...you know? I was banned from a tower for a few days because I refused to move my bike...lol...I came from another delivery and went to park my bike in the normal bike rack spot on the side of the building...fyck...I had no keys...I left them at the last spot I was at....So I grab my bike take it into the lobby...and the security guard has a fit....lol...I explain him my dilemma...but he does not care....he told me I cant do business until I move my bike...lol...I laugh...so I call the client and he comes down to get his package...lol...the next day I had a delivery at the same tower...they let me in no problem...but I had my keys!
Yea, it was a lesson well learned, when on business, personal life is put to the side. I don't claim I am in the right on any of these stories, alot of them were really funny learning experiences though.
Rule 9 that is whats up!!! Today I went to a delivery..lawyers office....chick at the front desk...was cute...had a European accent....she kept asking about biking...it was 40 degrees most of the day and rainy....you could tell she appreciated the balls I have...lol
Best question you receive: Your not on a bike, are you? *As you are wearing a bike helmet*
"Your dont still do deliveries when it is snowing, do you?"
I usually reply with....yep I love the outdoors...but sometimes when I am having a messed up day I say " I sometimes have random Seizures" that raises eyebrows...lol
So time for another story, My first alleycat race: Veterans Day Hustle
Names have been changed to protect identities
It is even possible other members of these forums participated in the event. If so please share you story of the event.
Anyways I was not certain I really wanted to go to the race, it started late (11:11pm), it was starting from Somerville (Porter Square to be exact) which was pretty far from where I live (The South End), and I get race anxiety. Well anyways for a few days one of my co-workers had been saying: "Hey! You should come to the race on Friday!" and then at 9:30pm he radios me and says: "You better come to the rice tonight!". So I relent and I put on some warm clothes and head out with my nice bike (Carbon Fiber Aerocat).
Well riding towards the meet up location, Velo Explosion, I meet up with my coworkers Brian and Jay. We ride along for a bit and chat it up as always and eventually we arrive at the start location, exchange typical greetings, beers, cigarettes and bongs with other couriers we know and go through the registration, route planning (Checkpoints were Aquarium, Design Center, and Coolidge Corner) and other necessities of the race (Spoke Cards!). Much to my excitement several friends I knew pretty well showed up, including a very fun/famous friend, Brucas Lunelle. THat is when I knew that the night was gonna be quite an adventure.
Well the start time eventually rolled around and the race organizer, Raz, told us to all head out to the middle of Porter Square. So we head out and, as our organizer directs, we place our bikes in the middle of the square and we take a seat at one of the tables. After the explanation of the rules and a little pep talk from Raz we are told to drum our hands on the table, and then we are off.
Just as soon as we grab our bikes Blue lights and a siren goes off and a police car flys into the middle of the square as we all scatter. I take off behind two guys with Brucas and another friend Matt behind me and a police car behind him. So that is my luck, out of the three major groups the police decided to follow it was mine. So I immediately take a hard right and head towards the residential streets, out of the major lights and I quickly turn off my lighting systems as I fly down these one lane streets, quickly sneaking down a one lane street the wrong way with a car idling on it. As I look back Brucas and Matt are still with me and we begin making our way towards harvard.
Well the evasive action had thrown off my original route planning and I found myself heading towards coolidge corner first. As we cross Mass Ave me and Brucas pull a bit of a swoop and speed past on oncoming SUV and Matt (Who was at the rear) needed to do an emergency stop to avoid it. So it is just down to me and Brucas riding now and we head off and start hitting the checkpoints.
Let me say that riding with this guy is a blast, he always rides his custom bike with bare Cosmic Carbones and let me just say I have never seen anyone handle a bike like Brucas (Save for the girls at the end of Sufferfest: Fight club, but I digress).
Well anyways as we find ourselves heading toward the Aquarium Brucas takes point and leads out. Well we find ourselves salmoning State Street at 20 mph (State street is pretty busy). One of the most hair raising and exhilarating experiences I have had (I would never recommend doing this).
Well long story short as we continue with the checkpoints we are in quieter neighborhoods and we basically just hammer like lunatics until we are heading towards the end of the race where Brucas skitches a cab and he yells at me to grab on so I end up skitching him by the pants....
Well we end up coming in as a tied 3rd about 2 minutes behind the winner (I say if my route hadn't been messed up we would have won )
Regardless it was a great race and a fun time. Can't wait for my next alleycat! (Should be next weekend )