Category: just riding
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The Divide Finish
I drive west, down out of our little old mountains toward the big new mountains. Widows down, cooking through Indiana (not cooking as in going fast, cooking as in I’m cooking like a pig in a roasting pit, it’s almost…
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La Paz to Ohiopyle
I’m on the roof of the dry-rotted hotel in La Paz (the roof has been propped back up looks like four times now) with a case of beer, a crew of Mexican welders, and a Canadian Romanian computer programer. One…
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Mexico by way of Pittsburgh
1700 miles east of Carbondale the Shark started to sputter. Must have been some bad gas in Ohio. Close enough. We were almost home, ready to pack the van up and get the train west. Going back to Pittsburgh is…
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Mostly Not Kokopelli’s Trail (again)
I wake up, roll over on the slick rock. Thought I saw a camera flash. No, probably wasn’t anything. Back to sleep. Then another one. Headlights from one of those stupid side-by-sides? A rumble. Lightning. I roll over to look…
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Vinotok
Doug. There are lots of other people in the world that I’d rather have a picture of shirtless. Schofield Pass between Marble and Crested Butte is a nice place to take a bike for a walk. 401 Trail. I told everybody…
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Yinz Ridin Push Bikes
Colleen and I got wed earlier this summer. It was all fun and good, but this isn’t a wedding site. A handful of the fellas came out from the land of rust and rain to ride bikes and hang…
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Elbert
“You guys are the Transition dealer right? Do you have any Patrols?” “Not in stock, but we could certainly get one. What kind of riding are you doing?” “Oh, some long rides, a few enduro races, and I like to…
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Beaver Fever
“I’m sure you figured it out. And if we were in Mexico, you could have just gone down to the drug store and treated yourself. But we’re not in Mexico.” “Uh huh.” “So, we’re 95 percent sure what you have.…
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Sharkin all the Time
We’re living in the Shark full time now.So far, this has been about the best idea we’ve had. The thing definitely took some work. Colleen did most of the painting and nasty glue scraping. I rebuilt the bed, chased down…
