I am a nostalgic fool, though less so than I used to be. I sometimes find myself lost in the past, glorifying it, deifying it, lamenting it, deconstructing it. And really, most memories are all pretty wonderful in their own way. Or lousy. Or happy, or sad. Either way, I guess you could say thatContinue reading “Nostalgia”
Author Archives: Michael Henry
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night….
Rage, rage, against the dying of the full suspension Rocky Mountain ETSX-50, large size. Alas, the ride today ended early, in tragedy. My trusty, well-loved, well-ridden bike is broken. Snapped at the gusset between the frame and rear suspension triangle. I was riding at a place called White Ranch, just north of Golden, Colorado, rollingContinue reading “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night….”
November Riding. Part 2.
Seems like I am falling into a nice pattern–riding every Saturday. My two daughters, 6 and 8, have tennis lessons on Saturday morning, and afterward we drop by an exceedingly busy Starbucks to jostle for a table, where we chow on doughnuts and egg sandwiches. Then we’re over the river and through the woods toContinue reading “November Riding. Part 2.”
November is Freaking Cold. Part 1.
This past weekend, I rode at a local hill called Green Mountain, which is ideal for November–and after the first snow of fall–as it’s open, treeless, and snow tends to melt from the trails quickly. I rode for around two hours, and let me say: it was awfully cold. My fingers and toes were numb;Continue reading “November is Freaking Cold. Part 1.”
The 401 in Crested Butte
Rode all the way up on the 401 Trail, a Colorado classic. The view: gorgeous. The trail: thin singletrack, tall wildflowers just past their flourish of color and beauty. The pitch toward the end: wicked steep. The pain: tremendous. The riding time: around five hours. That night’s sleep: ocean deep. The quick scene, w/dialogue: AContinue reading “The 401 in Crested Butte”
The Weeks Slide By
How does time cruise by so quick? Suddenly I wake up and it’s August, and I haven’t ridden in almost a week. And I am already nostalgic about the rides I have taken, like the one at Buffalo Creek where my riding buddy Ed and I ran across this: A horse in the middle ofContinue reading “The Weeks Slide By”
Watching the Tour
I’ve been watching a ton of TV coverage on this year’s Tour de France. I’m watching to see who’s going to win that day, will those wild breakaways succeed, who’s in yellow. I want to know what those crazy-long stages look like. I want to be an HD tourist, gently flying over the ruins ofContinue reading “Watching the Tour”
Sometimes you get out on a ride and everything meshes together. Your bike shorts seem to fit perfectly–no binding, scratching, impinging on, ahem, certain special parts. The bike feels lighter somehow, it seems to want to stay underneath you and not get pushed toward lousy lines. The rocks on the trail don’t stop you, theyContinue reading “Confluence”