OK, so where were we? Where am I? Who am I? These were the questions I was asking myself as I awoke at daybreak on Day 3 of the Tuscany Trail. Better get up early to beat the crowd at the bathroom at the Base Camp in Buonconvento. After my...
Confessions of a Middle Aged Man in Lycra – Tuscany Trail Part 2 Episode 1
The big day finally arrived, my start of the Tuscany Trail. The check-in and packet pickup was staggered over 3 days so as to not overwhelm the towns and base camps with 5000 people at once. I got the second to last time slot for pickup, Friday morning,...
Confessions of a Middle Age Man in Lycra – Tuscany Trail Part 1
I first heard of The Tuscany Trail a couple years ago via a Youtube video from a couple old guys in Lycra, and it immediately went on my bucket list. I’m not getting any younger, so this was the year I finally put a stake in the ground and signed up. That...
Am I being detained?
Confessions of a Middle Age Man in Lycra – Everyone Loves Raymond
Raymond is a small town in the Sierra foothills near the southern entrance to Yosemite as the crow flies. In the late 1800s it was the terminus of the San Joaquin Valley and Yosemite Railroad where passengers would transfer from trains to stagecoaches to...
Confessions of a Middle Age Man in Lycra – Mexico, eh
Ay-yi-yi!
Confessions of a Middle Age Man in Lycra – Random Thoughts and Observations from a Long Ride
A long ride.
Confessions of a Middle Aged Man in Lycra – Bovine Classic
Cows. Lots of Cows.
Confessions of a Middle Aged Man in Lycra – RAGBRAI
We ride!
Confessions of a Middle Age Man in Lycra – Freestonin’
Ouch.
Middle Aged Man in Lycra vs. the Pros
Yet again, we ride!
Confessions of a Middle Age Man in Lycra – Welcome to Deadwood
We ride!
Confessions of a Middle Age Man in Lycra – Wind Wolves
Vamanos!
Confessions of a Middle Age Man in Lycra – 300
Vamanos, we ride!
Confessions of a Middle Age Man in Lycra – 3rd Time a Charm or Strike 3?
Last time I was in Bakersfield for the Rock Cobbler I was broken physically and mentally. The ride was so difficult and the conditions so slow that I went to the dark place before the ride was even halfway done, and I had to abort. I wasn’t sure if I would...
Confessions of a Middle Aged Man in Lycra – WYO131
Wyo131 is an annual gravel race in Lander, WY, a town of about 7500 people at the foot of the Wind River Range. It’s named either for the distance of the full ride, 131 miles, or for the number of the highway that leads out of town and into the mountains. ...
Confessions of a Middle Age Man in Lycra – Wild Wild West
Come ride with me.
Confessions of a Middle Age Man in Lycra – It’s My Fault
They see me ridin’…
Confessions of a Middle Age Man Reading Your Mail
Letters, we get letters…
Confessions of a Middle Age Man in Lycra – Rock Cobbler Electric Boogaloo
It was a …Rock Cobbler!
Confessions of a Middle Age Man in Lycra – Up in America’s Hat
Another trip, eh?
Confessions of a Middle Age Man in Lycra – Wachau
You know who else traveled through Austria?
Confessions of a Middle Age Man in Lycra – Yucatan Triple Triathlon
South of the border.
Confessions of a Middle Age Man in Lycra After Dark
Another installment from JaimeRoberto.
Confessions of a Middle Age Man in Lycra – Psychocross
Aaaaah!
Confessions of a Middle Age Man in Lycra – So Close Yet So Far
The Ride is a Lie.