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What’s your name, nickname, age, birthplace, hometown?
My name is Peter Damai Rubijono.
I was born in Stuttgart West Germany, April 1976.
High School mates called me Hans because of my Euro roots. One evening in the mid nineties, a group of my chums were carrying on with laughs and lots of fancy beer. They wanted to dial up Poot and play some Peel. The hour was late, and although I never got the call, the name stuck. Hans Poot, so be it.
My Hometown is Needham Massachusetts. I moved there the year Star Wars came out in theaters. I learned many years later that the name of our Town's sports team mascot, The Needham Rockets, was derived from the surface-to-air Nike Missile site located less than a mile from my home. The Cold war, along with this very deep seated fact, was my first fantastic Phenomenon.
Why/how did you start riding?
Cycling for me began in junior high for the Boston Globe. I delivered the news. The world is as serious as you make it, and back THEN, my Holiday tips were famous.
Two of my oldest friends, the DeMeis brothers, got me into cycling in the late 90s. My first century ride was a grand ride from hilly New York state to northern Pennsylvania via Port Jervis, 2003. The first day was 115 miles. The second day was 120 miles back to their family farm. It was amazing to be able to eat and ride a bicycle for so long, off the radar and always moving forward.
Family life, or home life; kids, wife, girlfriend, pets?
I am still in love with the girl of my dreams.
What’s the continental project mean to you?
Not everyone has the time or the motivation to embark on an 8 to 10 hour ride.
I am pleased to be a part of a rolling think tank that spits out a pleasant combinations of lightly chewed to heavily digested road finds. I believe we entice others to take to the road or the trail, and go beyond the last rest stop.
Check over your gear, make sure your machinery is in super working order, and take care of yourself. The better you are prepared the more time you will have to take in the splendor of the adventure.
Why are you interested in documenting rides?
Lately, my story telling and documentation have been in the Definite. With conviction and purpose; however, cycling does not have to be this stringent.
What’s style mean to you?
Style to me has got to be meshed with utilitarianism and function. I do not like aggressive bells and whistles and floppy excessiveness.
I praise those who like to go full pomp and get tarted up for a night on the scene.
I would rather save that glam for the disco or the stage or the silver screen.
Last year, I was in a short film by L. Hodson that was accepted in the Cannes Film festival short program.
I do not buy clothing often, so economy and durability are a must.
If I can help it, I try to go unnoticed.
If there is an alleyway or a spider hole to escape to, I will have made a mental note.
Where in the world would you like to ride next and why or what group ride if you could do any would you do?
I hope to do some riding in the Rockies. To climb and fight in the clouds; to meet the Continental riders on the mystery roster.
You need anyone reading this to know…?
I played soccer all through my youth, and ran track and field. I was on the move and I liked the 330 meter and the 1500 meter running events.
To liven Needham nightlife, we'd phone-up badged authorities as to our firework displays and foot movements. whatever. U18, yeah.? No Future! But what a workout running from the revving Crown Victorias!
My father drove me to my soccer matches and regional tournaments. My first mentor was Hugh McCracken. When I was 10, I forged a brass elephant and presented it to him as a gift. Under his prog-Euro-coaching, our team won two Massachusetts state championships ('85, '90).
At the same time, My mother drove me to the DeCordova Museum school. There I drew charcoal nudes, painted with oils, and fabricated Islamic icons for my Muslim grandfather.
At 17, I enlisted in the US Air Force pending completion of High School. I just did not see the point in dallying in false idols and childhood's hoodwinking. The years were going to be rough, and there'd be no peanut butter fluff to cozy breast milk drowned spirits and misguided chance for ME.
Two years later I would be crewing my favorite fighter plane: the Fairchild Republic A-10 Warthog. Tucson Arizona was our Mars. This real world experience would get even more heated when one of our Pilots disappeared on a training mission. It was the first time since the Vietnam War that a U.S warplane went missing for more than 20 days. I remember walking past the pilot’s Motorcycle, covered by a tarp and neglected for over a month while the Brass tried to do a psych evaluation on his ghost. In Massachusetts, they were wondering why there was a snow storm in April. World turning weird.
The event hit home for me when, some 5 years later, it was made into an Unsolved Mysteries episode. The lost plane was found crashed into the side of the Colorado Rockies.
I returned to New England because I love the seasons. I craved them.
I served in the 102nd Fighter Wing on Cape Cod for 6 years, turning wrenches for Air-to-Air Superiority.
In May'99 we went to Turkey and our F-15s got lit by Sadam's radars.
In 2001, our wing was activated and we chased down the shoe bomber.
In 2003 they let me go because I told them that I did not want the Anthrax vaccine.
At full after burner, it takes the F-15 ten minutes to get to New York City.
Why cycling and not, running or shot put or speed skating?
Cycling is peace. Riding your bicycle is a gift and a privilege.
What’s your job all about, why does it fit you?
In 2005 I started working for Fly Over The City messenger services, Chinatown Boston. My forth company in as many years and I would look no further.
What’s your program, like who and what and where is your world?
My world is a blend of Art and Athletics. While concentrating on illustration and graphic design at The Massachusetts College of Art, I made sure to take time for racing and riding. Finding the right balance between the two has been a longstanding challenge, but over the last 4 years I have fashioned a regiment which utilizes bikes and Art as recovery and momentum for the other. This program has changed my life and validated my decisions.
Where you live and why it suits you?
I will be taking temporary residence in the Belmont/Watertown/Lexington MA arena.
From here I will be able to ride to Harris Cyclery in West Newton, as well as perform bike messenger drops in Boston.
This will also afford me a quick ride out to the open roads of some of Massachusetts’ historical towns and roadways, as well as the old state hospital creepy grounds in the Lexington MA shallows.
|Armwarmer Size:||Small - I've got spindly arms.|
|Favorite Garment:||The Stowaway Jacket. Very minimal, well crafted and useful in a variety of conditions. I used it in a summer monsoon that blasted through downtown Boston; although i was soaked, the Stowaway sheltered me from the cold winds and big pelting raindrops. I own the cream one, and it cleans well when hand washed.|
"The first time I rode a century was in 2003 with two of my oldest friends, brothers, who got me into cycling. We rode 115-miles from upstate NY into PA via Port Jervis. And the very next day, we rode back. It was beautiful, middle-earth'ish and definitely epic. Nothing like the 1st time doing a back-to-back double."