I was planning a bike ride on my favourite route planning app when I came across a rather shocking site. There is a place marked on Google Maps — don’t think it even has a population count — south of Maniwaki Québec called N--ger Rapids. (Sorry about the dashes. I'm not afraid to handle the word, if only to put it in the trash, but I also don't want to pass…
Not humble bragging. Nope. Just out and out bragging. Tempered by the fact that I didn't actually win. But I rode Lap the Gats today and came in third overall. Second in my age group.
Between the mass shooting at Pulse in Orlando, the assassination of Jo Cox and this dude rolling on his motor, waving a gun in the air I am beside myself with rage and fear about what on earth is happening to men.
I made it back home after a much tougher, longer day. There was no rain to speak of today. A few minutes of drizzle tops. But the wind. Oh my. Mostly from the northwest so hitting me from the side. Strong enough to push me sideways.
What do you do with a forecast that calls for temperatures in the mid teens and a 40 to 60 per cent chance of rain. And what if you are supposed to ride for six plus hours in it?
About 12 years ago, just a few years after I had discovered how much I liked riding bikes, I decided to ride the Challenge route of the Rideau Lakes Cycle Tour. At the time I wanted to test my limits. After limping back to Ottawa, clinging to the wheel of a kind, stronger rider I decided I'd never do it again. I'm riding it on Saturday. I re-read…
As bike rides go, my first Ride of the Dammed was pretty good. As an adventure it was spectacular. My team endured four flats, one tire-touching ditch crash and one hospitalization. And if it hadn't been for the ride's organizers and support team, we'd probably still be out there.