Wildwood 

Come on @malcala622 , those Veloflex tires should be putting a bigger smile on the face!

Nice Tommasini.
Nicely dressed.
Wherever it rides.

malcala622

I get angry when im hungry so falling short of my goal I couldnt muster a smile. Next time

droppedandlost 

Beautiful day, 85 miles to the Carbon River entrance of Mt Rainier. I will spare you the carbon I was riding.

Johno59

Two 1934 Rapide old timers enjoying the brilliant sunshine. One by Raleigh and the other by de Havilland.



Nothing puts a cherry on a ride in the sunshine more than a cherry tree full of ripe fruit.


The birds haven't found them yet which is unusual.


I tend to shove as many as I can into my mouth in one go to get that real cherry rush money can't buy. I spit them out along the side of the path in the hope a new cherry tree might grow and give fruit decades from now.

DQRider 

Thanks for the Time Warp, Johno59! I really enjoy your posts from "across the pond".

I finished my Sequoia late last night, and here are a few shots from this morning's ride:







I posted a bunch more over on the "What Have You Been Wrenching On Lately" thread, and this time I didn't duplicate any. The 650b experiment is a success, and this bike is going to take me on a nice, long tour as soon as I can find the time.





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Wildwood 

A couple of shots of the unusual stuff on roadsides. Out and backs on 3 bikes, about 40 miles. Full sun for tan line weather.
Sasquatch, is that you???

Speaks for itself. Didn't go check it out.


Nice trail for a bit


Good background for a tourer


Zeus vs the enchanted warrior.

a fun day.

Stevensb 

MezzoLew

They look delicious ... Where are these located? Not Cambridge UK I guess!

Wildwood 

Yeah, it's a bit different ride feel, I call it my 'low-trail racer'.
Not sure it will keep white bar tape, red housing, or Flite saddle. But that's for down the road.
It was definitely worth your rescue.

noglider 

Yesterday, my wife and I rode the Tour De Kingston. Kingston is a small city in New York's Hudson River Valley. In fact, centuries ago, it was New York's first capital. The ride is a fundraiser for the local YMCA. The event includes choices: a 5 mile family ride through the city streets, a 25 mile road ride, a 50 mile road ride, an 8 mile trail ride, or a 16 mile trail ride. Carol and I chose the 25 mile road ride. We went food shopping right before arriving at the start line, because last time we rode, Carol got some serious bonk, and we wanted to be prepared with enough food. We got there just a couple of minutes late, and the crowd left without us. We had a cue sheet, a ridewithgps route on my phone, and arrow marks on the road. The ridewithgps route was correct except it was in the reverse direction, so all the turn by turn directions were the turn I would have made a minute ago if I were going in the opposite direction. This made us make a couple of wrong turns in the beginning until we figured it out. While we were figuring it out, we ran into Ellen who was also starting late. We had met Ellen two weeks earlier on another group ride, and we liked each other a lot. I was about to invite Ellen to ride with us when she said declaratorily, "I'm riding with you folks!" So that was agreed.

Ellen is, by my calculations, about 76 years old. She told me she graduated from college in the year they opened the Verrazano Narrows Bridge in NYC, and it opened in 1966, so there is the arithmetic. She is quite a splendid athlete. She rides up hills slowly, but she boasts she never walks up hills. Her friends tease her about her old bike, but I observe that she is melded to it, and it would be a mistake to replace it. It's a 1978 Trek 520. It's been in a crash, which explains the replacement fork, the bent frame, and the front caliper brake. Thank goodness we rode with her, because the ride was a challenge for Carol, and without Ellen's company and constant joking, Carol's morale might have flagged. Ellen waited for us at the tops of hills. I rode at Carol's pace.

Here is Ellen's faithful old bike.


The route was gorgeous, and I'm sorry I only took one shot. It's not apparent, but there are the Catskill mountains on the left of the road. We often had views like this, with mountains on one side and plains on the other. We also rode along the beautiful Rondout Creek, a tributary to the Hudson River. We learned two routes between our house and Kingston, which is nice, because we didn't know of bike friendly routes before.

The roads in the area are generally scenic, and they have no shoulders whatsoever. You might think this causes problems, but drivers are terrific. They wait until it is safe to pass and generally don't pass too closely. There was one who passed too closely while there was an oncoming car, and a couple of times, we signaled to a driver behind us to wait until there was no oncoming traffic. But we had no real hassles, no close buzzing, and no honking.

You see Carol ahead of me and Ellen ahead of her.



At the end, there was a barbecue and a raffle for lots of nice prizes. Carol won a multi-tool. Here is our podium shot, with Ellen wearing orange and Carol wearing purple.

gaucho777 

I took the De Rosa for a nice afternoon ride of ~18 miles along the bay. It was bit windy, but a beautiful day otherwise. Really enjoying the new (to me) De Rosa. Riding is nice physical therapy for my injured leg, though I'm still sticking to the flats while the bones heal and until I have a bit more leg strength.

jimmuller 

@gaucho777, that looks great!

I just rode my commute again, but I took the venerable UO8. That bike and I have some history together.

On my commute home I almost saw a double suicide. Two cyclists on the Minuteman Bikeway rode across a road, through a stop sign without slowing or even looking. A woman driving from the right almost hit both of them but managed to swerve enough to miss. She stopped to regain her composure but the idiotic cyclists just kept going. I watched from 10 yards behind them. If she'd hit them I was going to stick around and volunteer to be a witness. Their reckless actions could have ruined someone else's besides their own.

rccardr 

Rambled around Burke yesterday afternoon. They've installed a new bike path through a section of woods that avoids a heavily traveled roadway and wanted to check it out.
Hidden Pond Nature Center, a great place to bring kids to learn about the local flora and fauna:

Couple of our local turtles, there are many different varieties here. There's a 15 pounder in this pond!

Water still high from the heavy rains of the past two days


Proud Steed!



Huntsman Lake. Not far from our home, but we don't come this way very often.

Johno59

Finally sorted out my 28 inch (635mm) wheel problem and took my Holdsworth 'Italia/Dutchy' for its first trip for more than thirty years.


Up with the larks for my commute


Paid homage on the bridge over the stream wherein Virginia Woof tried to drown herself after getting her third AW9 drum-braked dynohub back wheel puncture on the morning of her final bike ride.
An impeccable eye-witness account described how Ms Woof, dripping wet emerged from this very brook, gathered a bunch of rocks from the shimmering waters, placed them into her bicyvle's wicker basket and wheeled the offending New Model Not So Special bike away into the swirling mist.


No idea what you call these Bad Boys cages but I think they are from the land of the rising sun


The most over-engineered device in the history of the world


This 1984 Record rear mech has a hanger spring so strong that it almost flips the bike when you release the friction shifter.


I think my saddle is a bit like Virginia Woof - too highly strung out.


Dead Walt's memorial bench and no he didn't drop dead here.


A short cut in the long grass that turned out to be a long cut.


Oops back you go.


You can't have enough stripes in your life.

Wildwood 

Johno59

The Holdsworth frame sat for decades. The groupo has travelled many different rides. I acquired it on a beautiful Raleigh Works Special that was too small for me but it was a sight to behold and I loathed to mess with it.

I eventually put the groupo on sn Alan TT bike for a long time that I loved and rode for many miles but it belongs on a Colnago inspired Holdsworth that was intended by the founder of Holdsworth.

And that is where we are now.

Kobe 

Early morning ride family ride from Ocean City NJ to Avalon. My wife and youngest on the bay. It's non San Francisco, but the fog was as thick as I have ever seen it at the Jersey shore.


My son rode his Trek 520, wife was on her new hybrid and I rode my Specialized Sequoia. They of course don't understand the importance of taking pictures of your bike while riding, so I have only mine to show.



This is the first time I have used upright bars on a long ride in probably 30 years. It was OK, but I am not really feeling it.

gaucho777 

@Kobe, that fog is downright soupy. SF has nothing on that fog.
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Meanwhile, a typical warm and hazy day in the SF Bay Area today. I went out for a nice ~25 miles this afternoon. It was my first time tackling a real hill since a leg injury in mid-April. Felt good overall except the steep parts and those times I tried to get out of the saddle. The 39x29 low gear on the De Rosa (compared to 39x26 on most of my other road bikes) was appreciated. After heading up to the top of Grizzly Peak Rd., I made my way back home with a diversion through the UC Berkeley campus.

A view of the SF Bay


In front of Sather Gate


and Sather Tower, aka The Campanile

KenNC

This was last year--road the Motobecane Grand Touring I leave in California for when I'm visiting from Redwood City up to Canada College.....

gaucho777 

I had a lunch date in Menlo Park (SF Peninsula) with family at my wife's work today. So, I drove her to work and filled the morning with a nice bike ride in the foothills and along the bay. For those who know the area, I started in Menlo Park and worked my way up Page Mill Road, and then came down Moody toward the bay again and meandered north along the Bay Trail back to the start--about 35 miles in total.

As I was only a couple miles from the end, my RD fell apart. I was lucky nothing catastrophic happened. After stopping for inspection, I realized that I had lost the lower pulley. I was able to backtrack, and over the next 50 meters collect one washer, the inner circular bushing, the jockey wheel, and the bolt. One washer short and some dirty hands later, I was back on the road.

DQRider 

Rode the Sequoia down through Simon's Ravine last night, and along the Mississippi on the MRT. It was late evening and the sun was low in the sky, giving that soft golden light that we old Kodachrome photographers enjoy.


I'm typically looking down on the tops of the barges at this point in the trail, but the river is running very high now, and this barge looks empty.


Here's a view of Sequoia's comfy "cockpit" - a place where I plan to spend many hours over the next several days.


I almost broke my ankle setting up this shot.

I've put in for vacation Monday and Tuesday of next week, so starting this Saturday I will have five straight days in which to ride as many of our local trails as possible. The original plan was to go to Duluth, stay at an Air BnB, but a family situation requires me to stay close to home. Still, I will bring my Leica with me and try to get some shots of subjects and backgrounds I've not posted here before.

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gomango

@DQRider What a practical bike and such excellent photos.

Fun stuff, for sure.

Wildwood 

DQRider 

Wow. Excellent photos!

These remind me of the shots I used to take when I wrote a column called "Backroads Diary" for a local motorcycle magazine. I had a job where I audited Quality at my company's various plants in northern Minnesota and South Dakota. And I detailed the "Rustic Roads" out in Wisconsin on my Kawasaki KLR 650.

I'm not sure I understand the gravel road craze amongst cyclists these days, but maybe it is the same as motorcyclists "back in the day": Less car traffic and better access to scenery make these routes attractive.

But on a bicycle, the penalty you pay is less awareness from gravel road users (farmers with very large machinery), and the dust thrown up by normal everyday farm traffic. On a motorbike you just blast right through that stuff, holding your breath if you are so inclined. But on a bicycle, you may be climbing / mouth-breathing whatever those vehicles are throwing up in the air. Don't tell me your typical crop-duster pilot shuts off the flow of poison whenever he flies over a gravel road.

Sorry, hate to be a killjoy, but I think this is something we should be aware of. Ride gravel at your own risk.

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Wildwood