So tonight wasn’t just a beautiful, 65º night and a full moon. It was also a harvest moon, and probably the last big moon before things start getting to be freezing around here. Cool I thought, I bet that I could get a good bike ride in.
I wasn’t sure whether there would be enough light, but there was plenty. I went around the pomme de terre loop, which I think comes in at about 7 miles, and was probably out for an hour.
Best thing I’ve done in a while. I don’t know if it was the novelty of biking through the country in the dark or the perfect weather or the absolute silence (but for my bike, which just purrs, and the wind) or what, but I got that sense of euphoria that rises through your whole torso and into your throat, where you just can’t keep from smiling.
At one point I came around a bend and startled a pair of deer in a field off to my right, they took off along the path (which was following a road) and I got to chase them for a few hundred yards.
I took a few photos, and might just have to head back out tomorrow.
I’ve yet to own a car (I’m just 18). Yet I don’t plan on getting one anytime soon. I’ll admit to bumming rides, taking the bus every once in awhile, even driving my parents cars. but this spring I’d like to think I made the leap to bike commuting for a long time to come.
As I ride down the old railroad corridor of the Cedar Lake bike path, dodging killdeer and jackrabbits, I often glance up at the I-394 overpass and see gridlocked cars coming in from the western suburbs. Honking, squeeling brakes, a slight hanging smog. I can feel the road rage in the air. I have to say, I sometimes laugh out a loud, a little wickedly. During rush hour, I can get to work about ten minutes faster on my bike—without ever losing my temper. Hans Eisenbeis
And mpls has the most bicycle commuters in the country? Despite it’s winters?
Bas ass sweet prototype bicycles, for release 2006.
It’s one of the first bikes in the world to have no rear hub. That’s right, no rear hub. The rear wheel has a special magnetically polarized rim that is suspended inside the frame, where it floats inside a magnetic suspension field. [...] The Viper looks crazy, but it works!
Ski movie trailers. And more ski movie trailers. And just for fun, some fixed gear bike photos to boot.
Minneapolis’ bike and walking trails are already marvelous, can’t wait to see them improve.
Cool looking hybrid bike, for pedestrian city use. It’s not a gas electric, but a bike between the mountain and road varieties, designed to be used in the city. I love my road bike, it’s light, quick, strong, and comfortable, but it is hard to carry stuff on. I tried putting a rack and rigging a bag to the back, but I like riding just the bike – without bags or racks a lot better. And wearing a backpack keeps my shirt from breathing, leaving me to get soaked with sweat. I like how the small wheels allow a huge basket on the back, but I’m the kind of cyclist that wants speed and efficiency, those small wheels would just kill me. The rubber chain is a nice touch, but seems like it would stretch or break too easy.
I’ve been biking 10-30 miles on nice days the last few months, how about you? Biking is so much more gratifying then driving.
BIkeframe made from bamboo! Sweet little hack.
Nice looking collection of bike repair tutorials, I’ll have to read this sometime.
Being a bike messenger looks like a sweet job.
And yes, if you have even the slightest bit of charm, you will have plenty of opportunity to pick up hot receptionists.
Biking all day would rock. Exercise and little stress is always a good combination. The pay isn’t great, but who cares that much?
Excellent site with all kinds of stuff relating to biking. Tips, tricks, essays and the like, and lots of it. Poor guy was killed a few years back by a drunk driver… Theres also all kinds of good stuff on his site.
I want a new bike this spring, and the minneapolis police auctions look like the place to get one. April 15, I’m gonna put it on my calendar.
A man sets out on a velo sojourn around california with almost nothing.
My gear was spare and simple, and with two bungee cords, I had no trouble getting it all secured to my bike. I packed a sleeping bag, a plastic tarp, some bike tools, my wallet, a book of maps, Thoreau’s Walden and, to keep myself presentable, a razor and toothbrush.
Fruit abounded in Napa and Sonoma counties. I passed scores of fig trees, and thousands of pounds of fruit lay rotting on the roadsides. I salvaged all that I could. I strung figs out on fishing lines in camp to dry, flavored my wine with them and feasted on them every night.
Hundreds of cars screamed by at 80 mph. There were human beings, like me, inside them all, but they seemed of a different world—a world fast, mean and powerful. Many people honked or gave me the finger as they roared past.
I had been gone almost two months, had traveled 2,500 miles, but as it always is after a long trip, it felt like I’d never even been away.