A couple weeks ago, I finally made it up to Northern California for a ride. Specifically, to Big Basin State Park. I linked together a series of fire and forest roads using the Old Growth Classic bike race as a base for my route. This was easier said than done,
About five minutes after this the sidewall of my brand new front tire was sliced wide open, forcing me to shove a $5 bill in there as a boot along with my only tube. Back tire had a slow leak that the sealant couldn’t seem to plug entirely, but
I just really enjoyed this color combo? I guess? I was looking back through photos from the last month or so and realized I’ve been drawn to yellow, which I suppose is either a deep seeded love of Dick Tracy or just the oncoming spring bloom 🌼
Hello, kids! Get in my banana, it’s the fastest banana you’ll find and I promise we’ll peel out into the slipstream of the future so fast you’ll be sayin’ “y-ellow” to your kid’s kids.
Sometimes, you get a glimpse of one of the doorways between worlds. Where the light hits just right, and you can see—for just a moment—an entrance. On the other side is, well, that’s still unclear for most people. But for you, in that brief time, it’s
I wasn’t expecting a bunch of snow on today’s ride, but I didn’t hate it. About 3/4 up Mt Lowe I hit about six inches of snow and had to hike-a-bike for a while. It was, fortunately, gorgeous along the way. Ran into three fallen trees