Ride by Shooting
Ride by Beach shooting of Precious. On and off rain during the ride, but pleasantly warm for January.
Ride by Shooting on Summit Road, Old Mt Madonna Road, CA. And you know you’re at the summit because there’s a giant tree. What better way to show scale than by putting Baby at the base.
Ride by Shooting in Capitola, CA
Near the summit of Mt Madonna Road, CA
About 10 miles out of Walden, CO on my ride across America. I’m slowly writing the book about the trip - too slow for some people, judging the by emails I get - and doing rough drafts online. It’s a long read, but you can just look at the pictures if ya want. Went through Byers Canyon this day, and ate a fantastic Second Breakfast at… The Glory Hole!
Here’s Day 48. The Cow Poke Day
Spooky. Creepy. Lovely.
Ride by Shooting on the back track out of Piermont, NY.
Get off yer high horse!
Columbia Campus, near Piermont.
Looking down from the GWB on my Tuesday birthday ride. Ugly!
Fall is soooooooooo ugly.
5:45am Ride by Shooting in pre-fog lane on Washington (next to Fort Greene Park). Up at the park, I experienced some soup-tastic laps.
Ride by autumnal roll shooting.
Fresh and lovely. River Road is the hidden gem ride for NYers gettin’ out da city.
BEST. PHOTO. EVER.
Believe it or not, this is in the middle of a climb. I decided to stick my tongue out, to show I was fine. But I guess I took the outside line on this corner, BECAUSE IT LOOKS FRIGGIN’ FLAT AS AN IRONING BOARD. Still, this turned out way better than I thought it would I stuck my tongue out and they took the photo and I spent the rest of the climb thinking “Why did you do that? That was so stupid.” But IT’S AWESOME!
Ride by Chuting? Was almost 7am. Empty for once.
Tomorrow we rest, for today we climb.
Taken on Levi’s GranFondo, 2011. Read about it here
THE POOPING DOG SUNSET
Riding home from work two days ago. The weather turned chilly throughout the day, until it was blowing like crazy and I shivered it out in my shorts and an old hoodie I keep at my desk. All along 34th street, grit blew into my eyes and in the dusk time, that ain’t good for avoiding the idiots that like to drive at that hour. The wind was fierce. I finally made it to the greenway and found, with much delight, that I had a tail wind. And because of the shit weather, the usual clog of runners weren’t out and I could fly fly fly. Bliss. Freezing bliss! With barely any effort I was maintaining 21mph and floating. Coasting.
All of a sudden I was bathed in the most glorious yellow. It startled me through the trees to my right. I hesitated. It was fun, flying like this, but that sunset I kept catching glimpse of, that was worth stopping for.
I pulled off and headed over near the water. It was choppy and mean, but this ball was hanging low and lovely. As I lined up the picture, a gust of wind grabbed me and tried to dump me and my bike down (I was still clipped in on one side, so there was a tense moment there). I unclipped and lined it up again.
Enter, stage left, the man and his dogs. I’d already decided that I would wait for a jogger to come past and try catch against the sun, but figured this would work. I waited as they strolled, closer and closer. And at that moment of pure timing, the stopped to be framed by our solar goddess and … yes. This is a poop-worthy sunset.
So there you have it. The story behind The Pooping Dog Sunset. Enjoy! You probably wouldn’t have noticed, had I not mentioned it.