Just 40 miles into the day, heavy rain forced me to stop turning over the pedals—welcome to Hanksville, Utah. I stayed dry in my tent and read some Doug Adams to pass the time but by nightfall, an electric light show joined the rainfall and robbed me of any sound sleep. Is this the lightning […]
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I was a broken man by the time I crested Wolfcreek Pass Colorado, 10,857ft. Nine days and just about 1000 miles into my journey east. Both Achilles’s tendons were swollen as wide as my ankles while the attendant pain narrowed to a point and stabbed each pedal stroke with a seared flesh kind of misery. It […]
Continue reading →Bleary-eyed and sore, day three saw me to Cedar City, Utah, 415 miles from where I began. The day before I sped down NV-375, the so-called Extraterrestrial Highway, with more vigor than I had originally planned. Little gray men with their invasive probes must have weighed on my psyche because I pushed the pedals with […]
Continue reading →Astride the bicycle, a ride to work is a lesson in mindfulness. It’s early and the mind is still waking up, the air has its morning nip about it and the streets are crowded with others doing the same routine if but by different means. Distractions every one of them, but if you can maintain a […]
Continue reading →And then there is the transportation gang, often heard before they’re seen with squeaky chains propelling haggard old bikes, for whom there is no choice…or perhaps the choice is to ride or hoof it, as the bicycle is their sole means of speedy A to B. Maybe they ride to work, maybe they’re unemployed. Maybe they’re homeless, lost their […]
Continue reading →To another group within the group “cycling”, the club riders and racers, the bike is a recreational activity; like hunting, fishing, or…er…umm…Irish road bowling. The problem here is, seeing the bike as a pastime and the paved road a playing field has with it inherent contradictions to the motor-dominated status quo, no? As a recreational […]
Continue reading →You can’t look for a solution without seeing that groupism, with it’s sharp and divisive claws, has torn apart what it means today to ride a bicycle on the American road. For those that do so are split into three main groups as far as I can tell: the commuter class, the club riders and racers, and […]
Continue reading →What I’m asking here is, though the people come and go, can a feeling, a sentiment, or responses linger on? Of course it can, safe in the continuity of a civilization’s ethos. Much like the schoolyard game of telephone, where one child would say a short phrase into another’s ear, then that phrase would get […]
Continue reading →There are times however, when I’m on my bike, that I don’t feel welcomed by others on the road. Sometimes, it goes well beyond a feeling of being unwelcome, it feels like loathing or hatred even. It feels…well…horrible. Once, a while ago, someone threw a cup of tobacco spit at me from a car window. . . at that moment, I had some hatred myself. I […]
Continue reading →I enjoy cycling. I also enjoy my Ford F-150 FX4.Yup, Stock 18’s and a tow package. And my Honda VF-R 800makes me feel alive likelittle else. I usually get along fine with myself…Heck, we all usually get alongfine with ourselves…don’t we?
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