In the 70s, there’s nothing I wanted more than to be like Evel Knievel (profiled earlier this year by USAToday). I practiced daily on my bike, even jumping 7 neighborhood kids once for a neighborhood record and subsequent lifetime ban from the whole jumping kids thing (I nicked one).
In yet another example of bike design in pop culture and ads and the serendipity of the blogopshere, millions of people are indirectly seeing Ellsworth’s urban cruiser bike. Why The Ride is crushing watermelons, don’t know, but cool just the same.
After last year’s How not to ride STP, I embarked on this season determined to get in some great rides and procure for myself the coveted one-day rider patch. By adding thirty miles to the century course at today’s Flying Wheels, I managed to take a simple local ride and turn it into a very well-supported training ride.
Mark says: this dates from the 15th
yesterday the monsoon rains arrived. we woke up and mounted our bikes for a long slog in a constant drizzle. homeboy had grown weary of the truck traffic breathing down our necks, so he plotted a course on a parallel road. basically, there are three roads following the river north from Gifu: a highway that the government had shot through mountain tunnels and high bridges, a prefectural road 156 which much of the trucks use, and a series of often single lane roads hopping the riverbanks. the small roads took us through dozens of little neighborhoods…modest houses almost always with a rice paddy alongside.