This week, for the first time in 2 years, I got on an airplane without a bike. It felt kind of weird, if not just plain uncomfortable. But there I was, standing in the Reno airport, snowboard under my arm and ready to tackle some Sierra snow. It’s not often that i leave home without a bike (or two) so this was kind of a big step.
My old friend Rose took me on a whirlwind trip of everything Reno and the surrounding mountains. I will be in debt to her for a while for the incredible hospitality she showed me. I really don’t know what to write when I don’t ride my bike so I will give you a pic:
Yup, that view was worth the walk, and the picture doesn’t even do it justice. Contrary to most rumors, Reno is a pretty cool little town. It seems like there is always something going on. This mini city has a thriving art scene, snow sports, cool bars, gluttonous casino buffets, and even a bike themed coffee shop that is pretty awesome called The Hub. The guys at The Hub were fantastic, total bike lovers, and you should look them up any time you are even near Reno.
That’s all I’ve got for this week. I haven’t been on a bike in 5 days and for some reason my legs still hurt. Good times. Keep it dirty.by