Did not get a bike tour selfie on the last day of my trip because I was busy replacing this broken seatpost bolt in Little Fucking Nowhere, OR.

Bike tour I don’t know where I am but there’s a lighthouse and some sea lions selfie

Bike tour 36 miles in the rain selfie

Bike tour bathroom selfie

Packing for next week’s bike tour

  • Sherlock Holmes: The grease marks on his pant leg match the radius of a 48-tooth chainring, just like the one on the fixie used to KILL THE VICAR
  • Watson: Elementary bro

I like how the dudes in the background are like Yeah! Bust him in his ascot!

(Source: iaminlikewithmybike)

(Reblogged from northwoodstrekker)

Not the best man, just the best-dressed man. But when the bride and groom make their exit in a bonkers floating boat-car, you gots to bring your A game. How was your 4th of July?

I don’t know wtf Ian rode over, but we put two patches on that tube and it still wouldn’t hold air. Probably for the best, since it turns out I’d picked the absolute dumbest (= steepest, least paved) route up to the top of Lake Chabot. So he called in a ride, I schlepped my gear up there alone, and by the time I got there the tents were up and the beer was cold. Worth it!

I just realized that “Einhorn is Finkle!” is from Ace Ventura: Pet Detective and not, as I’d somehow gotten in into my head, The Crying Of Lot 49. But then I half-convinced myself that I’d heard Pynchon had ghost-written the script, so I had to look that up to see if it was true. (It’s not.) But wouldn’t that be a great world to live in?

Hammocks > tents!

(I will probably use this once more and in two years pay full retail for a marginally updated version.)