Cripes, the summertime winds are insane in that area. Like riding thru a hurricane each day.
=-=-=-=-=-
First I had to scrape together a bike. Something capable of hauling enough gear. My current fleet didn't include what I'd need. But I had a garagefull of bike parts, and an ancient Cannondale criterium frame that had been collecting dust since the last of my racing days many years ago. I was able to bodge together this rig for the trip.
Roadside derailleur surgery:
<<>>
The map showed an interesting looking route to connect from <<>> to <<>> road while avoiding busy roads . Frasier was my destination that day so I decided to give it a try.
Hellacious winds nearly every day. When I stopped to snap the City Limit sign, the wind blew the bike over:
<<add pictures>>
I'm not really sure what this contraption is. It's parked along the roadside near Centennial, Wyoming.
Riding near Snowy Range Pass, in the Wind River Range:
<<>>
Along the backroads route between Denver and Colorado Springs:
<<>>
If I get skin cancer on my feet some day, I'll sue the makers of these sandals:
<<>>
No comments :
Post a Comment