Jet Lites is no longer accepting orders, however we will continue to provide support on existing products when possible (batteries, mounts and limited repairs). E-mail us with your issues at firstname.lastname@example.org.Continue reading »
Reno riders take on RAAM 2015 with Jet Lites By Michelle Faurot Team Bike LIke a Girl competed as an eight-woman team in the 2015 edition of the Race Across America (RAAM), billed as the world’s toughest endurance race. One of the reasons that it earns that moniker is that it is a non-stop race, throughContinue reading »
It seems as though every few years there is a new and exciting diet that storms into the media and becomes the topic of debate for so-called “fitness gurus” all across the internet. While some are absolutely ridiculous, others make a bit of sense. I can name a handful of mainstream “diets” that are builtContinue reading »
Every year in August, my Facebook news feed blows up with awesome photos of trails, big-travel bikes, and usually a back flip or two into a crystal clear river. It all meant one thing: The Downieville All Mountain World Championships. Downieville is an iconic mountain bike race. Strangely, I had never done it. In fact,Continue reading »
There are a lot of differences between the East and West coasts: One has Starbucks while the other has Dunkin Donuts; one has poison ivy while the other has poison oak; one has outrageous gas prices, while the other… also has outrageous gas prices. We could spend all day comparing the two, but let’s focusContinue reading »
One of the tricky things about pro-level mountain bike racing is that it doesn’t exactly stick to one location. Events take place week in and week out all across North America and unless you’re one of the lucky few getting flown to them, you’re in for quite a bit of driving. In the last threeContinue reading »
Jet Lites rider Rick Gunn recently hit the road again in Spring 2014, adventuring to the desert expanses and diverse cultures of Oman and Iran. He is working on a larger piece with more photos for potential magazine publication, but here is Rick’s first take on traveling into what some consider “enemy territory.”
When my plane finally touched down upon the Persian Gulf’s largest island of Queshm, I’d made my way into the Islamic Republic of Iran.
Making my way across the tarmac into the gritty light of the passport control, it would be mere moments after exposing my American Passport that three Iranian Security officials descended upon me, and pulled into a small interrogation room. Thoroughly questioned and fingerprinted, it wasn’t until I looked up to see a portrait of the infamous Ayatollah Khomeini’s scowling down at me that there arose within me the obvious question.
“WTF am I doing here?”
The answer came quickly.
I had come to join my good Iranian friend, and fellow world cyclist, Mohammad Tajeran on a cycling adventure that would take us 200 miles around one of the most fascinating places in the Persian Gulf. In my bike bags I carried 500 letters of friendship created by American elementary students, and we hoped to exchange them with Iranian students along the way.
In our way, we wanted open a dialogue, however small, between the children of America and the children of Iran. We called it “The Wheels of Peace Children’s Art Project.”
At first glance, the Islamic Republic seemed defined by what it was missing.
Cycling through the streets of Queshm City on the 35 we saw no American flags being burned, no scowling religious fanatics pushing nuclear brinksmanship, and no cries of “Death to America!” Instead, we saw the day-to-day textures of a small Islamic city, and a flood of young, sharply dressed Iranians swarming the streets, sitting in cafes and participating in the most capitalistic of activities: Shopping.
Chasing Mohammad through a tangle of traffic, past a blur of mosques and shopping
malls, we pedaled to escape of the noise and madness of the city, until eventually the road curved, the horizon opened, and the city gave way to a quiet two-lane stretch of road along the obsidian blue waters of the Persian Gulf.
For 10 nights we would follow this road through a scattering of ancient Persian fishing villages, each of them swarming with Bandari people. A mix of Arab, African, Persian, Balooch, and Indian, they’d inhabited the area since before the rise Islam in 650 A.D.
Rattling over dirt streets beneath highwalled Persian architecture and earthen wind catchers, we became entranced by the Bandari women, each of them cloaked in every conceivable fashion: silk, satin and sequins – their billowing heaps flowing past in riot of exotic hues – blue, black, electric yellow.
We rambled through coastal plains by day, absorbing the tapestry of the landscape, and camping by the light of the starry desert sky at night.
Before we were done, we’d stop in a oneroom schoolhouse to exchange a portion of the letters. But it wasn’t until we’d come full circle on the streets of Queshm City that I had time to reflect upon the experience.
I recalled a conversation that seemed to define my time in Iran.
We’d cycled into the Ancient village of Laft on the island’s north shore when I stumbled upon a metalworker cutting a section of iron fence. Caught off guard by my pasty complexion, he turned off his grinder and approached me with welcoming eyes.
“Italy?” he inquired, in struggling English.
“California.” I replied.
“America!” he said as a smile swept his face.
A silence passed while he searched for the right words to say.
“America good!” he said. “Very good!”
“Iran good!” he added. “Very good!”
He then lifted his hand, crossing his fingers in a sign of solidarity.
“America, Iran – hope, hope!”
Rick Gunn is an photographer and adventure cyclist based in South Lake Tahoe California. His travels have taken him to all points of the globe, including a three-year circumnavigation of nearly 30,000 miles. View more of his photos and read about his adventures at SoulCycler.com.
In the mind of a competitive/obsessive mountain bike racer, any day spent not racing is a day spent getting slower. So when I noticed the Nevada/California calendar was empty last weekend, I grabbed a map and started googling. What did I find? The 2014 Chainbreaker in Bend, Ore. I knew nothing about the event, butContinue reading »
The racing season has finally started for me and it feels so good to go fast again. I kicked things off in April at the Shasta Lemurian in Whiskeytown just outside of Redding, Calif. Before we get to how the race went let’s discuss a few of the other “wins” that we had off theContinue reading »
Jet Lites rider Trevor DeRuisé is a 22-year-old professional mountain bike racer from the Reno-Tahoe area specializing in cross-country events. He turned professional in early 2012 after stepping away from his Pro Lites motocross career. DeRuisé’s notable accomplishments in 2013 include a second-place finish at the USA Cycling National Championships in Super-D, selection to rideContinue reading »