Last Tuesday

Another gravel grinder in the Thumb. I had a bit of a lot of trouble with wind noise in the audio and will either try to attach some sort of wind filter to the camera body, or just put an audio track over it in the future. Or maybe do both.

Experimental Video

I'm weary of posting the same old bike in a landscape photo so here are a few videos.




They're just snippets and eventually I'll to learn how to tweak the audio as I fiddle with the video software.

My Favorite Time of Year

Despite the many signs of spring - birds and waterfowl returning to nest in the north, trees greening and blossoming, farmers preparing their fields - temperatures were still in the thirties when I left home Saturday morning for a 30-mile gravel ride in the Thumb. Had the winter riding gear on starting off and should have planned for the warmer afternoon temps, but that's okay, the extra layer helped sweat off a few of those added winter pounds.



It's still hard to believe that everything growing is about a month ahead of schedule, and I haven't heard anyone complaining about the early warmth. Shoot, I even enjoyed getting chased by a yapping little ankle-biter that tried to take a hunk outta me - must be the weather.

So it's all good for the next five months as we break into my favorite time of year. That said, Old Man Winter can kiss my lycra-clad butt good-bye!

The Winter that Wasn't

Just had to get out today and take advantage of the 50˚ temperature in January. That's right, January, as in winter. We've had a few flurries here and there, and I've even shoveled snow once after one or two inches fell in December.

Don't get me wrong, I ain't complaining.

Indian Summer Gravel Ride

Got out for one more gravel ride in the Thumb as temps hit the low 60's. The snow will fly soon and we probably won't see weather like this for another five months, so this post is a lil' something to help get me through the cold winter...

Corn Ride

Three counties, five hours, much gravel, and only three cars.

More Gravel

Up and off before dawn to ride further into Michigan's Thumb taking advantage of the early morning light and avoiding the mid-day 90-degree temps.

One of the great things about these gravel rides, aside from the awesome vistas, is the lack of traffic as only a handful of cars passed me in four hours.

There's definitely something to be said for taking the road less traveled.

Thumb Gravel Grinder

It's good to break away from the usual (asphalt) route and take a gravel crunching ride into Michigan's Thumb.

The thought of escaping the urban environment and into the solitude of the country draws me like a moth to the back door light, yet I wonder why I so rarely venture here. Is it because of time constraints? Nah. Fear of the unknown? Maybe.

So far, the fear of the unknown has proven to be unfounded.

The farmer on his tractor, a woman checking her mailbox, and the man walking his dog, all take time out of their day to offer a friendly greeting.

When folks I don't know wave at me, I must be in a good place.

(A test shot reveals a need for a wider lens.)