Alternative blog post title: No Bad Days on the Bike In the picture above, you might be looking at the spot where the Air Force in 1957 accidentally dropped a nuclear bomb on the mesa south of Albuquerque. Nuclear history nerds have dropped their Google map pins at a couple of places along this two-track dirt …
Unrestricted access and use of open space lands by motorized vehicles has caused severe erosion; led to the creation of excessive dust, noise, littering, dumping, shooting, and vandalism in violation of county ordinances; and the deterioration of the publicly owned resources; and is hereby declared a public nuisance. Bernalillo County Code, Sec. 58-96 Having …
The cycling trick in our linear north-south Rio Grande Valley is to match the Rail Runner with the wind. The best rides (where by “best” I mean “my favorite”) are in the valley, along the river and the ditchbanks that make up our ribbons of green. A wind out of the north calls for a …
It is an accident that my new bicycle is named after a 1960s cartoon superhero who fought supervillains in outer space with a sidekick named Blip. Blip was a monkey. I was on my own Saturday, no help from Blip, when my Space Ghost led me up a “trail” on the west side of the …
I got a couple of alarmed emails from friends after the last cryptic blog post, the one about how I can’t be broken. The post was aimed at a couple friends who I knew would get the reference. I forget that other people read this too, sorry. Your emails of concern made me feel loved, …
My usual Sunday riding buddy was gone last week, so I took my road bike out for a longer-than-usual spin, out past the dinosaur sculpture I call “My Red Friend.” I got the requisite Blake’s breakfast burrito early (they’re the right shape to fit in a bike shirt pocket, and properly nibbled over time can …
The “plate of food with a bike helmet” is my favorite genre of Strava photo.
Soto Avenue in Albuquerque’s Old Town Neighborhood is more “alley” than “avenue”. It’s one of our bicycling work-arounds for the unrideable stretch of Central Avenue – old Route 66 – on the east side of the Rio Grande in Albuquerque. I ducked down Soto this morning at the tail end of a wandery bike ride. …
I was on the service road out behind the National Museum of Nuclear Science and History when I got a text this morning about the Supreme Court decision. I pulled up Scotusblog on my phone, read the headline. “Oh shit,” I texted back. And then I put the phone away and went back to pedaling …