Worshipping at the Altar of Dirt

I don't quite know how and I don't quite know why but there is a meditative side to bicycling. I'm not talking about the roadies eating up 70 miles on an afternoon. I'm talking more about the meditative quality of picking a line up a steep hill, dropping into your granny gear and motoring up that hill. While you climb, you can't think of anything else, there are no problems save for the next turn of the wheel, there are no worries except whether your tires will grip that wet root, there are no fears except the fear of legs or lungs not carrying me to the top.

Bicycling is an act unlike walking or driving in a car, it is serene but can be marked by periods of intense speed, great technical need and, yes, the occasional puff of weed.

Building 2500 Bikes in One Day!

I heard about TurningWheels for Kids last year but it was too late for me to make plans to take part in this fantastic explosion of bicycle building and gifting to kids who otherwise wouldn't be able to have a bike.

This year I am taking part and, if you're anywhere near San Jose on December 11th and you're a two wheel lover then you should come by and do some wrenching too. I know there's a group from the Mountain Bikers of Santa Cruz headed over to help out and I've signed up to join them.