
By Ryne Johnson
On a beautiful but hot May day in 2001, I rode up to Peter Chu’s restaurant on my newly assembled “townie” and met Steve Kay for the first time. Three hours later, Steve and I had shared personal stories, professional experiences and scribbled out the initial business plan for what would become The ChicoProject, on a dinner napkin. Thus, literally, our company was forged on the very green concept of riding a bike to work.
By steadfastly following a simple ride to work, ride wherever around town approach, my physical condition evolved remarkably and rapidly. In less than a year, I completed my first Wildflower Century then went on that summer to finish the Davis Double Century, the Eastern Sierras Double Century and the first two-thirds of the Terrible Two Double Century—I met my match that day!
Riding my bike to work had become a passion that transformed my physical condition enormously, enhanced my creative thinking, I believe, and gave The ChicoProject a truly unique personality. Simply put, people thought I was the strangest person they had ever had a professional meeting with. “Oh, you rode your bike,” I would hear regularly, “how unusual.”
At first I didn’t pay much attention to these comments. I looked upon being able to ride to work as the one of the great benefits of coming back to Chico after years of commuter slavery in big cities. Within two years, however, notwithstanding all the very clear personal benefits of riding, it became harder and harder to maintain a ride-to-work lifestyle for two inescapable reasons: First, as the success of my company grew, I simply found it increasingly awkward to arrive to meetings sweaty and looking like I had just come from the gym, wearing shorts because I didn’t want my pant leg to get greasy. Second, I just couldn’t find a viable solution for getting my 6-year-old son to and from school in a semi convenient fashion on a bike. He just never could figure out why his father made him ride to school when all his friend’s parents, most of who lived closer to his school than we did, got to drive everyday—very uncool.
The handwriting was on the wall; my days on the bike were numbered. Ultimately, it became a personal struggle to maintain my odd riding lifestyle in the face of professional decorum, family harmony and simple convenience. The forces of modernity ultimately won out and I parked my bike to simply make my life work more simplistically.
Except for the occasional twinge I would experience whenever I would come across a finisher’s patch from a century ride over the next seven years, I really never gave my riding days much thought. I drove an air conditioned car, I arrived to meetings only five minutes late and my son developed a strong since of belonging to his environmentally unfriendly cohort. So what if I put on 20 lbs and elevated my cholesterol to the threshold of needing prescription therapy. I was living the American dream a gallon at a time.
Then Chico’s Ride to Work initiative came along and threw me out of my easy chair. The event really struck a chord with our organization, and I’m pleased to be able to boast that The ChicoProject has won its division two years running. What I’m not pleased about is the fact that both years, I was low man on the contribution list. Why? Well, nothing has changed in eight years: I still can’t afford to arrive to meetings sweaty with a greasy pant leg and my son now needs to be carted all over town, not just to school and don’t get me started on the 8th grade cool thing!
I know there are some hardcore bikers out there who are rolling their eyes saying “Give me a break, wimp,” with their kids riding next to them or strapped in a tow-behind cart. But here’s the point to this article: It’s not about the hardcore converted riders. Or at least it shouldn’t be. Bike to Work Week should be about everyone else as well, and it shouldn’t be just a week. It should be about getting regular people, people who have regular jobs and regular kids to work, school, shopping or play on a bike every day that it’s not pouring rain. If we figure that out, we might change the world.
So how do we do that? First we need to change the dress code and maybe even how we dress. If we made it to “Casual Friday” we can make it to “Bike Friendly Friday” then expand from there to Monday–Thursday. We have “technical” clothing for every other activity, what would it take to develop a fashionable line of clothes with zippered pant cuffs, vented shirts and chafe-proof inseams? Sounds like an entrepreneurial idea that our municipal organizations and community minded businesses could help launch by requesting employees to serve as role models and ride to work sporting their new “Esigner” (for Eco-design) clothes. Employees might find that they could pay for their new togs with their savings at the gas pump and over the long-term, lower healthcare costs.
The spin-off benefits of this transformation might be really interesting to watch. Bike shops might begin to replace car lots. By the way, if you want to see some of the few winners from last year’s gas price hikes that sent everyone else into an economic tail spin, go talk to your neighborhood bike shop owner. Trek and Specialized are huge fans of OPEC and so are their dealers!
Next, imagine if everyone was doing an hour more exercise each day by simply pedaling to and from the office? What would our calorie intake suddenly look like? Our food consumption and composition would likely change dramatically. Back in my riding days I ate anything I wanted and still lost weight. Ultimately, I gravitated to healthier food products that provided me more useful energy. Extrapolated to a community level, we might opt to grow more local healthy food and even develop more useful energy enriched food products to power our pedaling clientele, which sounds like another entrepreneurial opportunity that should also amplify the health benefits of this proposed revolution. Over the long run, we may not need all those health insurance benefits we lost in part due to the oil shock exacerbated recession.
In time we’ll develop new bikes with new solar assist motors to help ease the pain of getting to work, though many of us might choose to live closer to work, town or our children’s school to reduce commute output. This might help change property values and encourage more people to live closer to town while still relieving traffic from our streets. We would telecommute to more distant locations, adding impetus to the development of new bike mounted, voice activated mobile telephone equipment, etc., etc., etc.
Finally, if our kids see us ride to work, the grocery store and the movies they might get back on their bikes with enthusiasm as some of us can remember before we all developed a drive wherever philosophy. We will know we have arrived when our children say, “Ah Dad, do we have to drive? It’s only sprinkling!”
So the next time someone shows up to a meeting at your office with a little sweat on their brow because they chose to ride to the office instead of drive, consider refraining from referring to them as “unusual.” Revolutions have a tendency to start with a few meager souls who tend to appear a bit strange at first but sometimes go on to cause big changes in the world. I look forward to seeing more two-wheeled revolutionaries at meetings that I attend this year.
Ryne Johnson is the CEO of The ChicoProject, LLC, and is also the director for the Center for Entrepreneurship at Chico State. He can be contacted at rjohnson@thechicoproject.com.







