Roughly ten hours after starting my journey, I started to wonder if it was worth the effort. I'd started the day in Washington DC and by the time I arrived in Asheville, North Carolina later that evening, I'd taken three trains, three buses, one interstate flight and one taxi. Read more “Cycling USA: Climbing the Blue Ridge Parkway”
As I rode into Wilmington the first streaks of lightning lit up the sky, thunder rumbled overhead, the wind whipped itself into a frenzy and the rain started to belt down. I pulled off to the side of the road and sheltered under the verandah of a local motel, hoping the storm would pass so I could continue on and climb Whiteface Mountain. Read more “Cycling USA: Climbing Whiteface Mountain (eventually)”
I’d heard stories about New York City cab drivers. About how they veer across lanes with little regard for other road users, responding to pedestrians waving from the curb. As far as I can tell, the stories are true.
To make matters worse for cyclists, it seems mandatory in New York City to stand a few metres off the curb when hailing a taxi, arm fully outstretched, regardless of traffic that might be using the lane.
Accordingly, riding down 5th Avenue would have to be among the most intense cycling experiences I’ve ever had and one that took a bit of courage, a bit of stupidity and probably a bit of luck to get through in one piece. Ironically it wasn’t till I left the streets of Manhattan that I ran into trouble. More on that shortly. Read more “Cycling USA: New York City (and beyond)”
Ever since I booked my flights to the US, I knew I wanted to climb Mt. Baldy. It’s a climb that featured in this year’s Tour of California, it’s reasonably close to LA where my brother Ash and I would be staying for four nights, and it’s billed as the hardest climb in Southern California. How could I not try it? Read more “Cycling USA: Climbing Mt. Baldy”
In 2008 my partner Sharon and I went on a nine-week holiday to Europe. Throughout the trip I ate a considerable amount of food and did virtually zero exercise. As a result, I managed to put on a sizeable 10kg by the time I got home. Read more “Cycling USA: Food, fun and San Francisco”