What do I want for Christmas? That’s easy. World peace. And then, I would really, really like a fatbike. One like this: (from gearjunkie.com) A few weeks ago, while I was shouldering my mud-clogged mountain bike over a particularly muddy section of trail, a dude came rolling by on one of these. It seemed asContinue reading “All I want for Christmas”
Category Archives: Winter
Surviving the Cold
Finally it seems as if winter is here, and while I’m a bit bummed about the frigid air outside and the brutally dry air inside, I’m a bit relieved. After all, this summer seemed, well, apocalyptic in its heat, and in the fires that raged all over the state. Riding can still be had–snow isContinue reading “Surviving the Cold”
A New Word
Lostacious. That was the word in my dream, the dream I was having as I woke up this morning. I think it’s an adjective, and it describes the state or quality of being blissfully lost. Sometimes it’s used as an exclamation describing happiness at not knowing where one is. Dude, we’re lostacious. As a writerContinue reading “A New Word”
Bike Sharing is Fun!
A few weeks ago, while in Washington, D.C. at a conference, I had the great joy of finally trying out a bikeshare bike, DC-style. They were around all summer here in Denver, but I never got around to it. Too bad, because it was a blast. It’s like becoming a green, carbon-snarfing, cool-nerd traveler. WhatContinue reading “Bike Sharing is Fun!”
January is Warm–and Arty
I rode Green Mountain yesterday around sunset–it was 68 degrees in Denver, which is absolutely nuts–and found myself viewing every panorama as contemporary art. Seems like I saw some Pollock on the trail, some Warhol in the parking lot, some Dali in the sky. Maybe I’m art-obsessed because I’ll be giving a talk entitled “DeconstructedContinue reading “January is Warm–and Arty”
After Biking Up the Mountain
A cold snow is flurrying down this morning and it seems like a dream that I rode yesterday for over two hours, up the long trail of Mount Falcon, in the sun, along mostly dry trails, occasionally over long stretches of crunchy dry snow. It seems almost surreal to have done that in January, asContinue reading “After Biking Up the Mountain”
01.01.11
Welcome to the new year, all cold and white, finally. Riding on this day isn’t possible. Being outdoors is possible only in small tokens of time (it’s 7 degrees here in Denver as I write), and so for a while, each day of the new year will now be spent under a roof, breathing artificiallyContinue reading “01.01.11”
Memory, Emerson, and the Speed of Time
Yesterday, I rode my single speed up onto North Table Mountain, just outside of Golden, on a new trail, one I hadn’t ridden before. The steep grade made turning the pedals over almost impossible. Slow I went, stopping a few times to regather myself and suck wind. I am well familiar with the pain ofContinue reading “Memory, Emerson, and the Speed of Time”
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