Two Wheels. One Dark Lord.
It is either the novelty of it, or it the genuine nature of the environment, when I cross the border I feel a sense of Continue reading The Seamstress in the Mountains
To catch up, I did write about Baja day one and Baja day two a few months back. So now to recount a bit and Continue reading Crossing at Tecate
So when I sold my house and I gave everything away I was then on the edge of a cliff. I had nothing to hold Continue reading Buying The Ticket
So, ultimately I lived there in Flagstaff for 27+ years beginning in 1996. Every moment of my time there was about cycling, or, as I Continue reading From DC to Estrangement
So there’s bit of a tangle here and I’m not going to dwell too much on format and images and all that for the minute Continue reading From DC to Baja
Baja day 2 was the San Diego exodus. I did it twice. The first time was the formal baja divide route finishing in Tecate that Continue reading Baja Day Two
I stepped outside the Brenda house at 8:30pm, ready. It was about 32 degrees and I pedaled three miles to the downtown Flagstaff Amtrak station Continue reading Baja Day One
After 22 days I had covered some 800 miles of hard dirt road riding aand now I was facing the longest span without water or Continue reading Baja Divide, Day 23