Author Archives: john
Pragmatism Yet Again
I had just read an email from a friend who, having not seen a blog post in the last few days, questioned whether we’d become road kill on a narrow highway or had been holed up in the swimming pool … Continue reading
We’re Getting There
Mike had just come back from a business trip to Frankfurt, Germany when we met up in New York for our New England bike ride. And he brought with him an uninvited guest: some kind of Medieval Bubonic Plague. And … Continue reading
A Bicycle and a Ferry Ride
I had been looking forward to this part of the trip since the first day of our planning. We were approaching the end of Long Island and headed for the ferry terminal in Orient, New York. And the anticipation was … Continue reading
Getting to Know Long Island
Saturday we left our Garden City, New York hotel, under tornado watches and warnings, and we knew we were in for a drenching at the very least and perhaps worse. In fact we were feeling a bit jinxed. Yesterday it … Continue reading
Leaving New York on a Friday Afternoon
Well I did it again. In my desire to get in just one more ride at home in California, I shipped my bike a day late, which of course meant it arrived over a day late in New York. Sounds … Continue reading
Here I Go Again
Two years ago when my cousin Mike and I biked over a thousand miles across the country, I thought that would do it. After all I had just turned 70 (years old), and I had a sore ass, a sunburned … Continue reading
Reflections on a Thousand Miles
It’s been three weeks since I returned from my bike trip, and I’m ready to do it again. That’s the way I come home from most of my trips, anxious for another dose of whatever I’ve been consuming. Just give … Continue reading
Victory Declared
A thousand-plus miles is going to have to do it. We’ve decided to fold our biking tent and drive home to California. For reader’s of the blog a word of explanation.
Discretion, Valor and Flat Tires
There we were, in the lobby of the Casa Blanca Hotel, all checked out and ready to head off to Las Vegas. “John, my @#$%&$ tire’s flat again.” “You’ve gotta be kidding?”
Arizona, Nevada and the 1000th-mile Day
I’d had heard about Arizona’s Virgin River Gorge even before I knew it was bikeable. In fact I’d driven through it several times and had always been frustrated that driving concentration interfered with my scenery appreciation.