I spent the past week snapping photos around Central Oregon during rides on vacation. Color, of course. The green surroundings require it. The iPhone camera works best this way. Today from the desktop computer indoors, black-and-white looks right. Not sure why. Maybe because if I were surrounded by tall pines everyday, I’d eventually fail to see the forest for the trees. I always want to see both. Cliché, yes. But appropriate when you take time “away” from the city and daily work life to think, reflect and dissect. Mix it up. Turn things inside out. Sand away at rough edges. See through new eyes, or eyes forgotten. Put in miles. Rest. Get stronger. Have you ever ridden to the point you did this to your handlebar tape? Would you? This city bike has stories to tell. I imagine the rider does as well. I’d like to meet her or him. Photo (and other worthy clicks and captures) courtesy of Asher Miller on flickr. Speaking of clicks, images of @Chrismurphy101‘s new Canyon now posted. here on BikeCrave. I’ve also updated the site to include a “San Diego” section that will replace the RSS feeds for “News.” The BBC and other cycling newsfeeds were less than reliable. We pedal onward. Thanks for reading.
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Seeing a bike in disrepair is like seeing a starving dog. Nemo is limping on her damaged rim and I’m waiting on the new one to be built. I’m lucky I’m not the one needing a new body part. Glad I was going really slow when I went down, and that a speeding truck wasn’t coming when I was trying to get my wheel out of the bridge grating that had been torn and jammed into the bridge’s iron grating. After pulling my baby free, I did my best to get her calmed down and her front tire put back together and true enough to hold the tube and tire. We went 65 miles that Thursday in the Ozark hills.
Rickie
Rickie, It’s been a year for equipment issues (flats out here) and injuries both among mortals and the professionals who get paid to ride. Send my best to Nemo and well wishes for a speedy recovery. JB