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Two wheelin’ (the hard way)
We volunteered again (as we did last year) to man a sag stop for a bicycle race, Sunday’s Tumacacori Century. Does “sag” stand for anything? I don’t know. We’ll be setting up tables under a big shady tree near the intersection of I-19 and the Arivaca Road, then handing out water, Gatorade, fruit, granola bars, […]
In January 2010 I wrote about a bicycle mini-park and trailhead to be built at the foot of Mount Lemon, a popular bicycling route in East Tucson, and how at the last minute—after ten years of planning, after land had been zoned and architectural plans approved, T’s crossed and I’s dotted—asshole NIMBYs and a chickenshit […]
After last Saturday’s ride I noticed oil leaking from the forks of my mountain bike. I took it in to the shop to have it fixed, and while there asked them to put a pair of skinnier tires on it … the fat knobbies were worn down to nothing and needed replacing, but since I […]
Consider the great gains we’ve made in this country: from universal suffrage to civil rights, from labor unions and protections for workers to minimum wages and unemployment insurance, from Social Security to Medicare, from free public education to womens’ athletics, from good highways to the postal system. If you follow the news you know that […]
I took a blogging break over the weekend. A friend came to visit and we put him up on the Murphy bed in the home office, limiting our access to the computers. Yeah, I could have done something with the iPad, but who has the patience to peck out an entire blog post with one […]
No, I haven’t turned into a teabagger. This is one of my periodic “bag” posts, a collection of links and short observations that by themselves wouldn’t get a post of their own. ——————– As a motorcycle rider, I’ve always thought there’s something wrong with law enforcement and the courts when it comes to cagers who […]
The Tucson Bike Church Sanctuary is a place where relatives and friends of bicyclists killed on the streets of our town can come to remember them, and even leave notes and mementos. It’s made, as you can see, of bicycle parts. Although I didn’t see the panels, I’m told it’s lighted at night by solar […]
I just ended the longest no-flats streak I’ve had since taking up bicycling again a few years ago. The culprit: the dreaded goathead, a thorn that detaches itself from the devil tree it grows on and then, through some kind of plant/asphalt magnetism, migrates unerringly to the nearest bicycle path. What amazed me, once I […]