April 18, 2015
The Good Stuff
At the end of the ride, begrimed, sucking down delicious high fructose corn syrup products and waiting for the Pizza to arrived I was talking with Mike, the DCR club president. “You know,” he said, “I always read your blog and enjoy it, even if I have to skip some to get to the good stuff.” I wasn’t at all offended. I assumed that he was thinking about posts like my last one, where my rando report was seemingly tacked on to a philosophical disquisition about the influence of middle-of-the road Greek pop singers. But I had to laugh; that is one of the things I like most about writing (and reading): what counts as the “good bits” is different for everyone. For my rando comrades these posts probably can’t contain enough bike geekery: they will delight in arcane discussions about the TPI of tires, the actual versus claimed lumens of lighting systems, and the dark magic arcana of wheel specs. For more normal people, the philosophical disquisitions probably represent the good (or at least the OK) bits and then it all goes rapidly downhill.
The short version of today’s ride: lots of going rapidly downhill, lots of good bits, lots of extra bits, and a bit of actual and metaphorical darkness. Pretty much a typical brevet. And after the last two rides, “typical” was more than welcome.
April 4, 2015
When it Really was all Greek to me
In between the time when Greece was the cradle of Democracy and the time when it became the grave of European Community, there was a period where Greeks seemed to be making a concerted assault on middlebrow popular music.
A Road to Somewhere
I spend a great deal of my biking life doing one of three things: commuting, training, or participating in events. While those activities are often singularly enjoyable, what they all lack is another primary source of cycle-related pleasure: exploration. Perhaps inspired by my recent sojourn in New Zealand where my partner and I did a lot of exploring by bike, I’ve been trying to throw in a few more exploratory rides myself.
Coffee and Pastries 200k
March 14 2015
Today’s Lesson: When someone strongly suggests you should take a detour, take the goddamned detour. Or not.
Not my chain, but it might as well have been. (Photo by Dave Scriven, Creative Commons License).
. . .Where Somebody Will Clean Your Chain
Uncharacteristically I’m going coyly to slide past the obvious innuendo in the title and simply note that recently I had to take Gypsy Rose into the bike spa and it got me thinking about what I value in a really good bike store.
Experimental Solo Bike Tour, Day 4
Gettysburg to Antietam Creek
50 miles, 2200 feet of climbing
One thing that has disconcerted me a little about this bike tour: it takes me an age to get all my gear packed up and ready to go. I start getting myself organized, and then time abruptly compresses and suddenly it is an hour and a half later, 45 minutes after I was intending to leave. I’m mostly at a loss to explain this. I’m not sitting down and taking nap breaks although that is what the results would seem to indicate. Furthermore I don’t have that much stuff! The only thing I can put this down to is that there is an inverse relationship between the amount of stuff you are carrying and the time necessary for packing. When car camping, which is what I do mostly, you can shovel all your shit into the capacious maw of your vehicle, even if it isn’t perfectly packed, confident that you can roll to your next destination and sort it all out at the end. But on a bike, although you have less stuff, it more or less has to be disassembled and then packed in the same order. Practice should make perfect.
Posted in Bike Rides, Life Cycling, Philosophical Musings
Tagged Antietam, bike touring, C&O Canal, cycle touring, Gettyrburg, Google Maps, Maryland, route mapping, Sharpsburg
Experimental Solo Bike Tour Day 3
Consumer Alert! This post contains some Civil War Geekery. While every attempt has been made to keep such material to a minimum readers should enter at their own risk.
Today offered me the chance to do something I’ve wanted to do since I first visited the Gettysburg battlefield as an adult many years ago: ride around the battlefield on a bike.