Bikewhacking the Lost Sierras
Six days of logging roads, mining trails, and old abandoned paths in the northern Sierras.
Read More Bikewhacking the Lost SierrasSix days of logging roads, mining trails, and old abandoned paths in the northern Sierras.
Read More Bikewhacking the Lost SierrasRetrofitting a roll-top after my framebag’s zipper went bust.
Read More DIY: Roll-Top FramebagWho but an elementary school teacher would convince a buncha hooligans to ride their bikes on dirt and sleep under the stars? Gathering packs of forty or fifty bikecampers, Adam Moss’ adventure rides are legend. This spring the word went around. We’re heading to Black Diamond Mines, a steep and hilly reserve of cow pasture and remnant oak woodland […]
Read More Dirty Overnight: Black Diamond MinesHave you ever read something so tough, so intense, so true, that you had to shout? I just finished The Living Mountain by Nan Shepherd. The tension of it uncorked my throat and I threw out a coarse yell, both frustrated and elated. Shepherd writes of the Cairngorm mountains in north west Scotland. She wrote the book in […]
Read More Essay: On Reading MountainsThe sun’s throwing that hazy afternoon, postcard skyline up around Lake Merritt as I bike into the Lakeview branch of the Oakland Public library. There’s some grown-ass white folk snogging on the front steps. She’s blonde, he’s bald.
Read More Essay: Always Talk to StrangersLocated on Hong Kong’s rural Lantau Island, Tai O is a flagging fishing village with — surprise — a healthy bike culture.
Read More Bike Village: Tai OHot springs and gravel roads? Sounds like an ideal spot for a weekend bike, camp and soak. Come have a look now before the view turns into a parking lot for solar panels.
Read More Hot Springs and Gravel Roads: Panoche Hills WeekendDoug Williams rode the Trans North, a 400 mile backcountry mountain bike race from Reno to Mendocino, in three and a half days. They called him the Ghost Rider because no one knew where he was until he showed up at a gas station in the lead pack.
Read More Ghost Rider of the Trans NorthIf you’re meandering, the Russian River lies 100 miles north of San Francisco — an ambitious but not uncomfortable distance for taking the long way home.
Read More The Long Way: Russian River Redwoods Back to the BayTwelve hungry cyclists, four platters of ribs, one Saturday afternoon.
Read More Oaktown BBQ Bike Tour