A goodbye of sorts to a season. RAIN like a dream remembered. Legs rebounding from the Hilly. We return to rolling landscape on a near-perfect autumn day. Riding beside Metamora’s canal and under Oldenburg’s spires. Racing down into St. Marys and laboring up the other side. Except today it isn’t that hard. Only late in [...]
Archive for October, 2009
A last great day
Posted in road bike, tagged bicycle, Cycling, Indiana, road bike on October 29, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
The stupid and the Hilly Hundred
Posted in road bike, tagged bicycle, Cycling, Hilly Hundred, Indiana, road bike on October 25, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I follow Mr. F. Bomb up Turkey Track Road, jumping on his rear wheel after bouncing out of slower traffic that boxes me in. We climb at a steady clip, reaching the top to find two side-by-side riders with a bungee cord dangling between them. “What the fuck is that?” Bomb asks. We soon learn. [...]
Knowledge base
Posted in road bike, tagged bicycle, bike, Cycling, Dogs, Hilly Hundred, Indiana, road bike on October 11, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
This I know. * A Jack Russell Terrier can pass between the wheels of a road bike at cruising speed. * Caught by the chain ring of a road bike at cruising speed, a Jack Russell Terrier temporarily becomes an anchor. This I also know. * A cracked rib, a road bike and a bad road don’t [...]
Enough
Posted in Mountain Bike, tagged bicycle, bike, Cycling, Indiana, Mountain Bike, mtb, Westwood Park on October 7, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
In the end, I’m sitting on the trail, waiting for the adrenaline to drain from my system. Dave’s holding my mountain bike. I’m holding my ribs. The curve rode well. My line wasn’t bad. But on the back side of that sharp turn I drifted too far left, where the trail gives way to a ravine. [...]
The Samaritan
Posted in road bike, tagged bicycle, bike, Cycling, cyclist, Indiana, road bike on October 5, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
She rides with the kitten in one hand, a fist full of tiger-striped fur, the tiny creature squirming and mewing in the most desperate of ways. For nearly two miles she clings to the cat, and the cat to her, past pastures and farmhouses, moving toward Spiceland and a decision about what to do with [...]
