Mostly Bikes ⨯ Me
Rist - Pennock - Poudre
2026-04-21
Five big horn sheep, four deer, three turkeys and a marmot. Pretty good day, but I'm not so sure about all this dry grass up here.
Stove Prairie 200k
2026-04-19
I still don't like Poudre Canyon, but at least it was all fly fishers and tailwinds today
Trace Velocio 2026. Le Thoronet to Sault
2026-04-04
We had three route possibilities. Jenn wanted to do the hardest one, so we did. We rolled out of Le Thoronet in the shadow of its tacky blinking sign and into the darkness of Provence. The sun rose as we descended into the misty vineyards of Figanieres. Nope. Not mist. Burn piles on a calm morning filled the valley with suffocating smoke. I could still smell it on me halfway through the day as we climbed through the Les Gorges du Verdon. Our planned route was closed by a landslide, but the north traverse of the gorge was open, and busy. I was a bit concerned before lunch: we were barely on schedule. But as Jenn later pointed out, half of the climbing was in the first third of the day, and we recouped the deficit rapidly, getting to dinner well before the restaurants started serving. Oh well, we grabbed some crêpes, scarfed cold pizza, and made the 10-mile familiar climb out of Luberon and toward home. The Trace Velocio, unlike the Fleche Velocio, has no idle restrictions, so we had plenty of time for sleep after descending the south side of the Gorges de la Nesque at sunset and rolling into Caromb as the light faded. Our trace, like that of all the other trace and fleche teams, ended in Sault, at the traditional Paque-en-Provence gathering of randonneurs. Tomorrow, we'll pack up and head to Colorado. Looking forward to this year's RMCC fleche!
Race the wind north
2026-04-01
The mistral is nothing if not predictable. It arrives from the north, on time, every time. The forecast had a brief lull in the wind this morning, and I had a plan: Ride north, catch the tailwind when it whips up in a couple hours. I didn't hit the wall of wind until Nyons where I stopped briefly to acquire a sack of the city’s famous olives. Soon after, I turned south, climbing through the alpine-esque valley below the sleepy village of Montauleiu and onto the gravel forest road that connects Col du Lantons to Col du Voté. By the time I cleared the trees the air was warm and the wind was at my back
Montpellier
2026-03-27
Mistral wind is blowing something g wicked this week. Grabbed the Bromptons and caught the train to Montpellier for some city time. It’s a hilly place, but Montpellier is doing the cargo bike thing.
