It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them. Thus you remember them as they actually are, while in a motor car only a high hill impresses you, and you have no such accurate remembrance of country you have driven through as you … Continue reading This . . .
Month: November 2016
First wintery ride of the season! (Is autumny a word?)
Today I rode with one of the groups that depart from Society Cycle Works each Saturday morning. What made today special is that the first real-honest-to-God cold front came through on Friday and the temperature this morning was 45 degrees. Yikes! This just got real, y'all. I've been moaning about our unseasonably warm weather for over a … Continue reading First wintery ride of the season! (Is autumny a word?)
Garmin incident detection works!
I had an embarrassing spill today at Sugar Land Memorial Park. I was not riding fast but was turning from the gravel path to get to the parking lot when my front tire slid in the loose gravel and the bike fell sideways. It was a very low speed crash and the only thing damaged … Continue reading Garmin incident detection works!
Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race. ~H .G. Wells
Tour das Hugel (or Now is the Time on Sprockets When we Climb)
I first heard about Austin's Tour das Hugel from friends in 2015. Joyce said that she heard it was incredibly difficult. Mike said that he only rode a portion of the route and that he had horrible leg cramps afterward. I'd been to Austin many times but I didn't remember seeing any hills or even noticing … Continue reading Tour das Hugel (or Now is the Time on Sprockets When we Climb)
Three words describe this ride: cats, mud and wind. Oh, and dogs too. Dang, I forgot to mention the hunt for the graveyard.
Dylan and I set out today to ride 100 miles. We weren't completely sure where we were going other than south towards Rosharon. Our first stop was at the "Black Cat Turnaround" at the end of McKeever Road. If you stop at this driveway, three solid black kittens will trot out to greet you. I'm … Continue reading Three words describe this ride: cats, mud and wind. Oh, and dogs too. Dang, I forgot to mention the hunt for the graveyard.