i was invited to chart a ‘rapha continental ride’, ie a bike ride in the continental style: dirt roads, mountain passes, grand vistas.  it will be part of a published series of rides documented in a classic style, ie from a van with medium format cameras, hanging out the window on 40 mph rutted descents.  [...]

The readers and contributors of Ride Lugged will have cause to stroke their respective genitalia upon viewing (and subsequently following) the following intertube place: Going Slowly

the wind is shaking my house.  it’s brick.  every window is rattling like a freight train is practicing parallel parking in my attic. i finished my roll of film in my 1935 agfa plenax.  while i do dishes tonite i will develop it, see what comes out. (note, it was full of light leaks from [...]

I haven’t been blogging much, but neither have you! So here is some reverse chronology for you: __________ This past week-end (Jan31-Feb1) was the UCI Cyclocross World Championship races in some place I can’t spell or say in the Netherlands. We all know I love me some time spent in the nether regions, but Verča [...]

The week-end before, Verča was ill so I ventured out Saturday (Jan24) on my own again. I drove about 30 minutes outside of the city to the SW edge of the Brdy area where we often go biking. This SW edge borders the prospective US Radar site, and is quite picturesque. But I didn’t take [...]

The week before that we met up with some of our nutty friends to drink to celebrate a peripheral wedding. We went to a ‘concept’ bar with 3 metered taps in the middle of the table where it was a competition to see which table could out drink the others in the bar and via [...]

Some other non ride updates as well (still rocking that bangin’ reverse chronology schizzle): So Verča’s nephew keeps threatening to take us out bowling, so for a little preparation last Friday evening Verča and I decided to go try and practice first. It turns out his is only her second time ever bowling, but there [...]

Charm City was boiling.  My shirt stuck to my back and my shoes were filled with perspiration.  The heat from the sidewalk burned my feet.  I was wearing jeans.  I hate jeans, but sometimes you have to play the part.  T-Bone Burnett was on the record player in my head.  Sometimes the record got stuck.  [...]

_ So I forgot to post this yesterday. I saw this lady riding to work (I’m guessing to the nunnery) [ok, so it wasn’t that nun. She was in Italy of something. But it definitely was a nun. She was actually a good bit younger and kinda cute. That’s OK to say right? And she [...]

. . . . . so we had a super good turn out for the scramble.  dave got points for driving the furthest to get here.  phil got points for riding a bike that would give a cory townie a run for its money (crappynesswise).  way to many people showed up on fixed gears and [...]