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Article on DC messengers from Knight Ridder:
Capital bike couriers ride hard, drink hard, crash hard
By Banks Albach
Knight Ridder Newspapers, November 7, 2005
WASHINGTON – When Jason Harper came to, his roommate was shaking him,
asking why his face was a bloody mess.
“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” Harper, 29, said of what
proved to be facial abrasions and a concussion. “I’ve gotten plenty of
The last he remembers, he was zipping through downtown Washington,
racing his bike against time and traffic. He’s a bicycle courier – one
of several hundred free spirits who, whether in sleet or steamy summer,
make deadline deliveries in the famously impatient capital. Some smoke,
others chew tobacco and most drink – heavily. More wear tattoos than
helmets. Few have health insurance.
The faster they ride the more money they make. The companies they work
for charge clients zone-based rates that start at around $6 for
delivery within one hour. For rushes and after-hour deliveries, fees
double. For double rushes, they triple. Couriers pocket about half the
“One-hour local is insulting,” rider Chris Brown said. “Double rush
gets the adrenaline going.”
“On a good day it feels like flying,” said Dana Heater, 31, a five-year
courier with a large forearm tattoo and a nose ring. “It’s like we’re
the only people in the city and everyone else are obstacles. It’s
really a dead-end job, but it’s beautiful.”
A courier might pocket $200 on a busy Friday, less than $80 when it’s
slow. Impressing the dispatcher helps. Dispatchers deal out the
juiciest jobs to the fastest riders or favored ones.
As independent contractors, couriers set their own hours. But that
freedom stings when they face serious medical bills. Like Harper, most
walk away from accidents and lick their wounds on their couches.
When it comes to taxes, “Everybody has their own idea,” said courier
Brian Petit, 25.
Because time is money, many couriers tweak their bikes for speed. Hans
Scheltema, 31, a veteran rider who pulls in around $40,000 a year, saws
his handlebars to the width of his waist to squeak by side-view
“I don’t want to do anything else. Even when the weather’s crappy it’s
great,” Scheltema said in a cell phone interview.
A squawk interrupted the conversation. “Let me call you back. My
parrot’s getting p—–,” said Scheltema, explaining that the parrot,
Pookie, who can say only “Hello, how are you?” and “10-4,” bites his
neck and ear when vexed.
Motorists know couriers best from the red lights they run. Bikers call
it “shooting the hole” or “cutting the gap.” Instead of looking for
cars, they look for where they aren’t, several explained.
“We know the light cycles,” Heater said. “I know when to slow down or
She and many other couriers ride track bikes, which have single fixed
gears and no brakes. Riders stop them by leaning forward over the
handlebars and pressing back against the pedals, which locks up the
“I’ve seen people who can stop those things on a dime, but that takes
amazing skill,” said Sheba Farrin, 32, a veteran messenger.
Track bike riders say the secret’s simple: Don’t stop.
Even the fastest couriers will never beat e-mail, which has hurt the
industry nationally. But the capital’s couriers have a unique
advantage: Washington’s a city of deadlines, whether it’s for court
filings, Securities and Exchange Commission reports or lawmakers
awaiting Wizards tickets from lobbyists.
Sometimes riders schlep personal items, too, such as umbrellas,
forgotten laptops, Chinese takeout, hockey sticks or even, in one case,
a set of golf clubs. One courier said he returned a little black book
that conservative pundit Robert Novak had forgotten.
Counterterrorist measures are worse obstacles than e-mail. Several
riders recalled the pre-9-11 days of the “Capitol Hill multiple,” when
they could personally deliver their goods to every member of Congress,
collecting a fee for each. Now they must leave all their packages for
lawmakers at one stop – a security trailer at the base of Capitol Hill
– and collect only one fee.
At the end of the day, couriers march into saloons in their jerseys and
bike spike shoes, toting their massive bags. Jell-O shots are a
favorite: paper cups full of Jell-O made with vodka.
Kim Reynolds, 31, gobbled down one, which was nearly the same color as
her electric pink hair, and explained the hazards of her work.
“With concussions, you go into shock,” she said. “For 20 minutes before
and 20 minutes after you don’t remember” anything.
She doesn’t remember hitting her head in a crash in August, for
example. She does remember waking up surrounded by people looking down
“That was the funny part; these people looked horrified,” Reynolds