What Dave said. It’s just sport, just a game, completely meaningless as compared to the plague of development on Albuquerque’s west side or that Darfur thing. But there it is, unfolding like a gut-gripping soap opera that you know is playing out in real time with no safety net. So Vinokourov must be dead to …
Romance and bike racing scandals both just sound better in French: Tour de France – Dopage RASMUSSEN QUITTE LE TOUR !
hibiscus Originally uploaded by heinemanfleck. There are several different ways I ride my bike. One is all spandex and zooming fast, which I love. But the best way is to wander, making a series of random decisions that take me all over the place. Riding with friends Saturday on one of those rides, we ended …
Using the bike racks on Albuquerque’s buses
It’s not exactly Albuquerque’s most scenic bike trail, but I’d have to say this is really my favorite.
It’s that time of year: So it was a holiday. Festivities included houses decorated with red, white and yellow paper flowers, balloons and pennants, like many other villages en route. There was even a giant bicycle built by schoolchildren out of beaverboard and flowers displayed outside the town hall on Place François Mitterrand. Best was …
Big Toe, The Wrench Originally uploaded by heinemanfleck. I knew Big Toe had some historic interest in bike racing, so I asked him this morning if he wanted to go over with us to Mom and Dad’s to watch the prologue of Le Tour. He said “No,” in a way that puzzled me. When we …
The folks at BikeABQ are advocating what I think is a fabulous idea: the Silver Bike Boulevard. The idea is to take a street that is already low traffic, slow speed and turn it into a bike-friendly boulevard. Silver’s perfect for the job: it parallels Central, which is bad for bikes. It has a lot …
California Zephyr Originally uploaded by heinemanfleck. Riding the Coal Avenue bridge over the railyard this morning I saw this: the California Zephyr, a string of cars in the old fashion, being towed behind the Amtrak. I had to stop and chat up the proprietor, a fellow named Alvin Bishop. The cars were built in 1948, …
Stopped on my bike at a red light this morning, a scooter pulls up behind me. I glance over my shoulder and smile in greeting at an elderly couple – perhaps 70 – both in shorts. As they speed past me when the light turns green, I notice that the woman, sitting on the back, …