Tuesday was the first day in a long time that perfect weather aligned with my day off, so I decided to dedicate my whole day to an adventurous ride. Knowing I wouldn't have too much in the tank this early in the season, and not wanting to waste any miles getting out of or back into Portland, I planned to take the MAX train east to the end of the line and ride up into the hills that line the Columbia river gorge. I ended up doing this route Gravel WTF - A bike ride in Gresham, OR and it was amazing. The climb up was sunny and bucolic, passing through the farmland in and around Corbett. The descent down to the Columbia, however, tested the limits of my skill and gear. It dropped 1400 vertical ft in 2 miles, with grades greater than 20%, completely on gravel. Some was nice and hard packed, as in this shot [IMG][/IMG], but some stretches were on loose gravel the size of golf balls, carved up by rivulets of mountain runoff that joined this river [IMG][/IMG]I kept the rubber side down though, and shook the white from my knuckles with a nice stretch of beautiful pavement out to Wahkeena and Multnomah Falls [IMG][/IMG], where I took advantage of the touristy facilities and warmed up with a coffee, before turning around and taking the Historic Columbia River Hwy back past the Vista House [IMG][/IMG]and the Women's Forum [IMG][/IMG] and back to the MAX. The MAX stop in Portland happens to be right by the Velo Cult bike shop, and I stopped in there for a post ride recovery beer and to browse the collection of beautiful vintage bikes hanging from the ceiling. All in all, I couldn't ask for much more from a ride.
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“You meet the nicest people on two wheels!"
"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow." ~Albert Einstein
@Vonruden is that your Stumpjumper parked in front of the garage door with an eye-talian motif? Nice to see the boardwalk in one piece, rather than the typical post Sandy look.
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving. Albert Einstein
2014 Additions: 1985 Trek 560, 1992 Trek Multitrack 700 (my 2nd), 1994 Trek Carbon 2200, Peugeot PX-10, 1981 Schwinn Voyageur 11.8, 1989 Bridgestone RB-1, Miyata 912
This reminds me of Ocean City, MD - at least the old part of it. They let you ride the boardwalk until 10:00 AM in the "season". In the winter you can ride all over the place with little traffic.
Many of the old businesses are family owned, and many of those businesses are owned by really strange characters. The big retailers don't understand how 90% of the traffic leaves after October.
On the "Azur coast" south of France yesterday with the 1977 GITANE TDF
An other picture upon the Med...in the middle, the "Cap Nègre"
First time out this year and went along the Delaware Raritan Canal.
Classic pics Vonruden.
Looks like a fantastic ride. I'm quite envious as we're just hitting the very start of riding season.All in all, I couldn't ask for much more from a ride.
I went for my first ride of the year yesterday. It was also the first ride on my Voyageur SP.
It was really short- maybe 5 miles. My legs are weak, and that short distance really handed my ass to me.
But that Voyageur SP is a super sweet riding bike.
*Recipient of the 2006 Time Magazine "Man Of The Year" Award*
Klunker King wannabe
Nice pics, n-f. Boy, that trail sure narrowed down, didn't it?
Real cyclists use toe clips.
Klunker King wannabe
Nice pics Non fixie!
I took the Ritchey around the Reservior with my oldest today.
"My biggest fear is that when I die my wife will sell my bicycles for what I told her they cost."
Get on your bikes and ride!
Klunker King wannabe
The girls went to see a movie yesterday, leaving the boys open for whatever. We packed some hot cocoa and went for a damp 25 mile tandem ride.
Only six and already mocking me with bunny ears.
I doubt he would've wanted to come along if I hadn't mentioned hot chocolate
A quick 72 km out and back, likely the last daytime ride of the season. Strong crosswinds in both directions kept the temperature bearable.
No need to hurry. I'll wait for you.
Life is is too short to care what others think of your bike.
Flew in to Ft. Myers on Saturday night. Spent today mostly fishing, but squeezed in a short ride before dinner. 80 degrees and sunny
Caught a bunch of fish: sheep head, yellow jack, mangrove snapper. Only a couple were keepers. It was windy, I got soaked with spray going between spots.
mangrove near an oyster bar
Later I pumped up the tires on my old commuter turned in-law house bike, a Bianchi Bravo. Lugged columbus steel baby!
I rode out to some sandy gravel roads in the nurseries.
This road looked like a dead end on the map, but I had my suspicions and found a short cut.
Going to a world series rematch tomorrow in the city.
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De Rosa nuovo classico Cinelli supercorsa Kelly knobby x Gitane interclub Dawes galaxy
Rode this lovely machine on a mini tour of the Bronx yesterday. Most of the time I was on paths, which are a lot more common in the Bronx than I thought.
I started going south on the Bronx River path that parallels the parkway, took it to the path that runs along the Mosholu Parkway and into Van Cortlandt Park. I hit the streets under the el at Broadway and noodled around Manhattan College and Fieldston before descending Riverdale Ave. and doing the crazy loopy thing to cross the Broadway bridge into Manhattan. From there I headed over to the West Side, determined to do something that in all the years I've lived in and near NYC I have never done: find the foot entrance to the Henry Hudson Bridge. Riverside Drive puts you on the WS path after a flight of stairs, but it only goes south from there. Dyckman street terminates at the Inwood Park ball fields, and I picked up the northbound path there. The path ends in a loop less than 1/2 mile from Dyckman, but before it does it passes a steel stairway/overpass that bridges the railroad tracks. I hauled the bike up the stairs and discovered that it hooks up with the Inwood Park woods trails. There are several choices, one of which seemed to pass under the bridge and join the trails to the east. By heading north and climbing, I came to the bridge's walkway. I walked across, admiring the view that I am normally too busy driving to appreciate. Back in the Bronx, I meandered to Van Cortlandt and picked up the muddy track that leads to the South County Trailway in Yonkers, a few miles from home.