I bounce around on my bike on a dirt road with washboard relief, up and down, left and right. My panniers clatter an unclear rhythm. My bike isn’t made for this! And neither am I…
Not a sign in sight to point me the way to the border. I decide to ask a pedestrian; ‘How do I get to Mexico?’. He shows me the way and within minutes I pass by a short traffic jam waiting for their turn with…
There are two types of cyclists – those who ride bikes based on weight, rolling resistance, lateral stiffness and vertical compliance. And then there’s Tim Moore, with a spiritual connection to the bike that would make Eddy Merckx blush.
PANG KLANG YEEHAAAAA in other words: I’M BACK! Recharged, rested, motivated, happy! Wild awake! Two weeks of non-stop camping, vast empty landscapes of steppe and desert, away from ‘civilization’, sun on my face and a book instead of my laptop; that turned out to be the…
With sunglasses on my nose, a tank top on and a clear blue sky above me I’m looking out over the white mountains of the Sierra Nevada. Behind those mountains lies Yosemite National Park. All roads crossing the park are closed due to snow. ‘Sierra…
If you feel that your life has transformed into a series of constantly recurring and stereotyped experiences, you can join the Icy Winter Bike Commuting Challenge group on Facebook. The club membership requires regular commuting to your job by bike instead of using some more…
‘You haven’t been gone that long yet..‘ my brother said to me on the phone this morning, as we casually discussed when I might be in the Netherlands again. Amazing how perception of time can differ. Thinking back of leaving my studio in Tilburg, now…
Does indoor loafing make you insane while outside temperatures are breaking records in how much time is needed to change water into hard solid ice? Let’s break the dull sky and get out of here into more promising destinations for cycling.
It’s 4 p.m. when I arrive at the (closed) campground in Yahk. Yahk, as I was told, is a village of about 40 people scattered over three gas stations, two closed hotels, two closed privately owned campgrounds and a few houses. As I’m pitching my…
9 days, that’s how long it took before I felt good enough to get back on the bike. 9 days in which I felt a little bit better every day, but in which my head would still go a bit hazy and blurry in the evenings.…