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Two wheelin’ (the hard way)
What’s in Paul’s grab bag? Unconnected thoughts and short observations which don’t rate separate blog posts, but when aggregated together might amount to something: Some of My Best Friends Are Negroes NASCAR Fans You may have seen my earlier NASCAR post. I swear, they must put something in those $10 beers. Here’s an ESPN reporter […]
Jesus, this burg. Back in November we picked up a flyer at a local bicyclist hangout. It announced the imminent construction of a bicycle trailhead in our neighborhood, right beside Catalina Highway, a route to and from Mount Lemmon popular with local bicyclists. The trailhead was to be a memorial to Brad Gorman, a bicyclist […]
We’re not riding in the annual El Tour de Tucson today. We rode it last year; afterward, the consensus of our riding group was that it’s too dangerous, what with inexperienced riders weaving in front of you and inexplicably stopping, jersey-clad poseurs whizzing by right left and in between, hit & run road ragers mowing […]
Sunday morning Donna and I went on a bash, a bicycle trail put on by a club we belong to. The bash started and ended at a friend’s house in NW Tucson, and after it was over we had a barbecue on his patio. As we were talking and grilling there was a huge POW!, […]
Two miles into a bike ride this morning my rear tire blew. Donna and I carry spare tubes and can fix flats, but this was the tire, so I was pretty much out of luck. The group I was riding with was ahead of me but someone saw me stop, and pretty soon Donna doubled […]
Finally, after a bout with the flu, a broken bike, and high winds, I’m back on the bicycle. And I have someone to ride with: Donna’s sister Robin (who brought her bicycle along from Michigan). This morning Robin and I rode through our eastside Tucson neighborhood, with a break stop at the corner coffee shop.
And deservedly so! One year ago, Darrell and I rode the 35-mile section of El Tour de Tucson, Tucson’s big bicycle event. Our friends, the rest of the Trail Trash riding group, drove us to the start and met us at the end. Envying our athletic success and glow of accomplishment, they promised that next […]