Acrophopbia

(Note: This dispatch was originally written in April 2012, during a trip to Grand Junction.) It wasn’t easy, but I’d conquered my fear—mostly—of Zippety-Do-Da, one of the more exposed trails in Grand Junction/Fruita area. I’d ridden all of the spine of Zippety—a very narrow singletrack that runs along the Bookcliffs, undaunted by the long drop-offsContinue reading “Acrophopbia”

Spin Class is Boring When The Instructor Plays Lousy Music and Talks Too Much

It’s winter and that means I do little riding out of doors, and am relegated to the strange windowless back room of my suburban rec center, where I sit on a stationary bike with, oh, 54 other folks, and I pedal like a maniac, wearing old t-shirts with cut-off sleeves. It ain’t real riding butContinue reading “Spin Class is Boring When The Instructor Plays Lousy Music and Talks Too Much”