I'm typing this in Schwarma Express, a Highland Park restaurant. There's a Toshiba flatscreen here, tuned to CNN. Joe the interviewee is saying, "There's a lot that people don't know." The news anchor is trying to pull more details out of Joe. And that's really his name. Joe is bald, black, and wearing a pinstripe … Continue reading Escaping Boston
I like being alone, but I'm a little afraid of it, so I make sure I confront it every few months or so. I hop on a bike and ride for a few days. There's nobody in sight except for the few people I run into by accident at a campground or a stop sign. … Continue reading Alone
It's the middle of September. The evenings are getting cold. I had to wear a jacket today when I rode into town. (I admit, it was raining, but it was a little chilly.) Soon, you'll be cold when riding any time at all. Imagine with me, that it's October, or maybe November: You'll be riding … Continue reading Winter Cycling Gloves
This is a bonus post, to share some good writing. Regular articles will continue tomorrow. When we went on vacation to Florida in 2008, I remember looking at the Overseas Highway that links the Keys together and thinking that it would be truly suicidal to cycle there. Jeff Armin apparently disagrees. He's currently crossing the … Continue reading Two Portraits
More and more people are hopping on a bike to get around town, commute, and even (occasionally) for exercise. But how do you carry stuff, like a laptop or groceries? A bike is useful for more than doing laps around the city wearing spandex pajamas; here are the options for carrying cargo on a bike. … Continue reading Bike cargo systems–what’s best for you?
Imagine this: Riding your bike from, say, New York to Los Angeles—I have no idea why anyone would want to ride a bike there, but let’s go with it—anyway, you’re in the middle of Pennsylvania, somewhere near Harrisburg. You hear from an online friend, who’s a voice in your ear and is monitoring your location, … Continue reading How has technology affected bicycle touring?
From November 3—7 of 2010, I rode my bike from Cape May to my home, but didn’t make it. The ride ended ignobly with my drivetrain tearing itself apart. I walked a mile and a half to a coffee shop and waited for Martha to rescue us, fifty miles shy of making it home. I’ve … Continue reading Parallel Lines Meet at Cape Salt
A week-long tour was just a few weeks away, and I was riding my mountain bike on a training ride. A few miles after turning back home, a car took a left and was suddenly in front of me. After a few seconds, I climbed down from the hood of the SUV, shook myself, and … Continue reading Congratulations?
I've completed the journal from my last bike tour. I don't have time for a full post this Wednesday, but here's a few paragraphs of a Sholom Aleichem pastiche I wrote on the tour: The door to this hotel is no ordinary door. It watches, constantly, looking to see if anybody might possibly have a … Continue reading The Door