For the Love of Bikes

Life is better on a bike!

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Sunday Ride

Yesterday afternoon we headed out on our thirty mile route to the east because the wind was to switch to east-southeast and we always like to have the wind at our backs on the way back.

It was another nice day, winter beats summer in these parts by a long shot, at least this winter (and last summer).

We had a rider join us, Fred, he is a truck driver who rides a bike every chance he gets. In his case 4-5 times a week.

He has even modified his truck to make room for his bike. When it is  raining he sets up the trainer in his truck and rides while he watches reruns of the Tour de France. 

In other words Fred is one of us. He loves his bikes and loves riding and makes time for it whenever and however he can.

Fred was a nice guy and we enjoyed talking to him and riding with him for the two hours we were out there. Interestingly he doesn’t have a bike computer so has no idea how far he rides. I like that. I don’t do it myself, but I like that he cares more about the experience than he does the miles – and that appeals to me.

It was good to be reminded that it is the riding and not the miles that count.

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Mark and Fred ahead of me on Westminster Rd.

Shadow Pics

A few pictures from my ride yesterday on Condor, my Jamis Aurora Elite. Rocket, the Scott, stayed home. It was a day for cruising not training.

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Pelotons

From , The Ride Journal, The Swarm:

“The stillness inside a large group of cyclists is fascinating. To be part of a large body in movement but more or less unmoving relative to those around you is hypnotic. Like a flock of birds or a swarm of bees, the peloton exhibits unity of action and single-mindedness; only the whole is appreciable to the observer while its individuals blur and coalesce. To belong to that animate mass, to feel part of something faster and larger than oneself is one element of the appeal of the sport.

There is also silence. The mesmerizing whirr and the clicks and the occasional shouts are contained, isolated from the muteness outside and beyond the group. Turn your head to look around and suddenly the wind isn’t rushing into your ears. The hushed world slips by. Inside, all is quiet, still. Looking towards the side of the road, I see the outside as a strange, lonely place: fields, parked or stationary cars, hedgerows, gates, some bystanders, a house or school and I feel a sharp pang of pleasure to be inside and to belong.”


One of the very best times I have ever had riding was when I got the chance to ride for several miles in a very fast peloton in the 2001 Ride for the Roses in Austin – no LA wasn’t in this peloton. It was an experience like no other and a thrill I will never forget. I could hear that “swarm of bees” coming up behind me so I quickly got up to speed and moved in. It was a group of about 20 guys or more and they were flying.

I’ve never been in such a fast, tightly packed group – what a rush – and what pressure! Surrounded on all sides, all going the same speed and riding as one unit essentially. You screw up and everybody goes down. I loved it. I’ve ridden in groups before but nothing like that.

Patrick Bohan describes that experience to a T in The Swarm. Great piece.

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