I’ve seen this image before, countless times, and in countless other places. It draws me in. Works every time. It is the Colt 45 of cycling photos. The time and place just floor me. Man. Bike. Mountain. Touring. At one’s leisure. Stop and fire up a coffee? Have a sandwich and check out the view? Now that’s living.
I’d so rather be there than here. (A problem I need to address, it seems.)
It is time to post it.
Seems fitting after Dirty’s awesome overnight out by Four Peaks. When I was a younger man, long on time and grit, I rode that monster from the parking lot just off 87. Maybe a half-dozen times over the course of three years or so. I think it’s only 19 miles on a dirt road from there to the top parking lot / Four Peaks trail head. But, man, those are some hilly miles.
I haven’t been out there since I rode it with Husky on a rigid bike with 7 spd top mounts. Man, it has been a long time indeed.by