Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
Friday, December 21, 2012
I’m looking to buy some inexpensive gifts for cyclist friends and family. I see your colleague, Val Garou, has suggested gifts to avoid, but do you have any recommendations for stocking stuffers that I should buy?
Miss L. Towe
Ah, Miss Towe, I have fond childhood memories of rising early of a Christmas morning, starting a blazing fire in the grate, slaughtering the family goose, and unpacking my Christmas stocking.
What small wonders I recall digging out one by one: a lump of coal, a bent stick, a few linty bon-bons, a vial of cod-liver oil, and, in our more prosperous years, a firm parsnip or rutabega in the tippy toe. Of course, Santa always included something for my bike, be it sparkly handlebar tassles or a homemade reflector fashioned out of a turkey wattle. Such, such were the joys!
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Monday, December 17, 2012
This is the time of year when both gifting and gifts occupy a significant amount of mental space. I'm a bike guy, and, naturally, I know a lot of bike guys, so I've been thinking about bike-centric gifts a bit lately. What I think, mostly, is that I am afraid of them.
Friday, December 14, 2012
The Semi-Serious Cyclist likes to roll with a camera. In a back pocket, in a handle-bar bag, around his neck, mounted on his helmet—anywhere handy and ready to point and click in a flash, from the roadside, or even, dare I say, from the saddle on the fly.
No matter where he is riding—be it on a tour in an exotic land or on a well-worn loop in his own backyard—interesting, weird, beautiful, tacky, bizarre, photo-worthy shit abounds. There’s something magical about the perspective from the saddle: the lovely and strange details of the world around us are just so noticeable when cycling. So why not take a moment to capture these sights?
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Not all photos are great, and this is really just a snap shot. But it's an evocative one for me--especially this time of year. This is a road trip in-progress, a mobile base about to deploy, an escape from here and a ticket to there. Sleeping quarters; bikes and backup bikes; food, water, and a kitchen. This is road biking, emphasis on the road.
Friday, December 7, 2012
That’s what Karl Kron, author of Ten Thousand Miles on a Bicycle
gives as his answer to the question he found himself frequently bearded with in
the 1880s: “What’s the best costume to adopt for touring on a bicycle?” While this question may be almost as old as
the bicycle itself, it remains now, as it was in Kron’s day, a “tremendous
subject of cycling” discussion. Check out some bicycle touring forums, and
you’ll see what I mean. Today’s debates tend to be about comfort, utility,
and style, but in Kron’s day, cyclists had to consider much more practical
needs when selecting a “costume:” namely, finding a place to sleep.