Category: Local
New England Journal
One handed, it’s apple season and I’m biting fresh sweet clean bitter like the air. We’re on a route around the 1930’s Quabbin reservoir in Western Massachusetts, water collected to serve distant Boston and the communities in between.
Commute
Heading to work usually a means and a transition, an empty something in between important things, but not this time.
Herlihy at Brooklyn Historical Society May 19th
Familiar enough, meet a friend to talk bikes, great cycling trips, heroic riders. But chatting with David is something else entirely.
NYC Velo Fall Adventure Series
Andrew doesn’t show disappointment, he just shrugs and says something about well no one said this was going to be an easy ride. My feet are still wet, toes freezing cold from the knee high stream wade. We’re all starting to think about the cold and soon we’ll mutter about it, but it’s mostly fine.
Winter Wheel
Old—classic? Well, someday—2007 Felt F1x reconfigured for all weather all road jaunts: 38mm Compass Barlow Pass Extralites (supple, fast, brilliant), SKS P45 fenders, Banjo Bros. small handlebar bag, Ultegra. Not least of all I like […]
New England Postcard
An ascent is somewhere between a denial and craving for it.
October Postcard
This time of the year New England says something of itself. It’s the landscape and the cultural history that it encouraged that are the boundaries and beacons of the circuit.
Early Autumn
Sneaking under late day orange light and between tree shadows, we’re on the right roads on the wrong bikes just as we planned.
New England Journal
Then we time trial home on a guttural roar tailwind. Threes, twos and fours trying to keep one another in sight, trying to find a gear that you don’t need to shift out of because your rigor mortis hands have trouble doing it, trying to negotiate the betrayals and the surprises of how you feel. Trying to have an April ride.
Rapha Wednesdays
Like the city, charge fast before the next thing, don’t linger, maximize because there something else happening. Not like spooling out into the map for five hours. Different, not worse, how could a bike ride be worse?
Agribiking NYC
Harry confirms it’s a route he hasn’t done but has heard about, that we might well get lost and dark comes early, that they are all technically public rights of way and, at any rate, the farmers have given permission, the last of which especially gets my attention though the rest of it sounds interesting, too.
