Curving, arcing, up down big rocks babyheads sand sharp edges, tearing flora on both sides. Riding I love so much, slow crawling problem solving, hard but not catastrophic.
Curving, arcing, up down big rocks babyheads sand sharp edges, tearing flora on both sides. Riding I love so much, slow crawling problem solving, hard but not catastrophic.
Riding out of Phoenix is interesting, hiding in the seams between development. Like visiting a secret orthogonal dimension world, where we could see out of it but few could see in. And then a barely perceptible slide then a burst into open country, the angles of constructed spaces a memory of an echo.
The publication last year of Isola Press’s Ride Bike! chronicling Jobst Brandt’s influence on cycling culture had me vowing a summer outing in the same spirit as his, namely a fast and light ride in Europe on dirt and tarmac tracks seeking some of the most Homeric Continental cols.