We took an apartment in the Furio Camilo neighborhood in the southern part of Rome because it was close to the Appian Way, but it turns out you can’t really get there from there. Well, we could have, but it would have been a 20 minute walk, and we’d been walking...
Up with the sun. It was supposed to be another scorcher, and I wanted to get the big climb of the day out of the way as early as possible. Today was the last day of the ride, and when I finished I still needed to disassemble my bike so we could continue on the...
I got a late start today because breakfast wasn’t until 8. On the bright side I was able to load up on calories with eggs, pork products, pastries, cheese, juice and a cappuccino. By 9 I was loaded up and back on the road for a ride of 82 km with 1600 meters of...
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...
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,...
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...
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...
Ay-yi-yi!
A long ride.
Cows. Lots of Cows.
We ride!
Ouch.
Yet again, we ride!
We ride!
Vamanos!
Vamanos, we ride!
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...
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. ...
Come ride with me.
They see me ridin’…
Letters, we get letters…
It was a …Rock Cobbler!
Another trip, eh?
You know who else traveled through Austria?
South of the border.