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Poetry, bikes, dementia...
Poetry, bikes, dementia...
A funny kind of feeling on arrival here in Albuquerque. Elation that the first seven days of riding are behind us and that the first rest day is ahead of us. Sadness that we were unable to ride the whole way from Gallup to Albuquerque.…
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It’s 10.30 at night here in California and in precisely six and a half hours our alarm will go off on a routine that will continue for the next 28 days. Up at 5am. Breakfast at 5.30am. On the road by 7am. The early starts…
Drive through banks, drive through chemists, drive through launderettes, drive through restaurants, drive through funeral parlours… Okay I made the last one up. But all the same nobody seems to walk anywhere much in this part of America so the locals spend an awful lot…
Humans, like hire cars, need refuelling. Although there the similarity ends. Our Chevy Tahoe with its huge gas tank can go days between refills. We can manage only a few hours between meals. And while eating fast food and filling a vehicle may take roughly…
Burt Bacharach and Hal David were right. LA is a great big freeway. But as such it isn’t crash hot for cycling (more hot crash) so we hire a Chevy Tahoe for the 40 mile journey from LAX to the start line at Costa Mesa.…
While you were sleeping The Plough cut a furrow across the field of night. Owls hooted and screeched in it’s wake Feasting on the shiny seeds of light that Orion cast from the pouch hitched to his rhinestone belt.