When Will the Cold End? And an experience with Lance, Louie, and Superman

Today’s ride along Lake Superior was bitter cold at 39 degrees with an ever present northeast headwind. I had hoped to knife through the gales like Lance Armstrong, but wound up epitomizing a mental image of Louie Anderson bumbling down the road on an old Huffy with a banana seat. Any time of year a … More When Will the Cold End? And an experience with Lance, Louie, and Superman

Cresting the Hill to Fields and Forests of Splendor

This weekend I rode the bike hard for 45 miles over the two days between parental responsibilities, and found both experiences to be positively renewing. I’m nursing an injury at the moment, likely a product of running too much too soon, so it’s pretty much me and the bike for my daily forays out and … More Cresting the Hill to Fields and Forests of Splendor