They promote rambling, something that I think people don't do enough of these days. They make more people say yes to good times. They are about staying out late, discovering something new and getting lost
The skies stay lighter a bit longer every day. I start dreaming up schemes to get out on the bike — most of which will never come to pass — but it's starting.
It was a place for the wayward, for just a passin’ through. It was like the old roadside towns of a past age, where the only thing to do was stop and stay a while.
Someday the goal I have in mind would be to have a small house on a large bit of land and to work that land so that I can live comfortable on my own. Plus it would be super cool to have a fat cargo bike as a tractor.
I am going to take a long look at what biking means to me. I want to explore why I got into it, why I stayed there and what the future holds for me.
The Coquihalla is one of the most treacherous roads in Canada. In the summer it is a high speed thoroughfare of semi trucks and cars shooting over the mountains at over 120 km/h. In the winter, the roads turn into a nearly impassable miasma of snow and ice. There is even a History Channel show about it (called "Highway Thru Hell" where they chronicle the adventures of a heavy vehicle and towing company based out of Hope, BC.
This is not about how to fix a bike. There have been countless books and posts on the subject, and for me to try and teach you how to fix a bike would be futile. I'm by no means good at it, and there are better teachers out there. This is more about how fixing a bike can fix other things at the same time.
Without the rules, you end up getting a big blundering mess that tries to be too much at once.