Small but proud moment. Crossed over 5000 km for the year on my way to work today. This distance was accomplished mainly by cargo bike commuting and weekend single track rides and randonnées.
I don’t think this is the first time that I’ve reached this milestone. I’ve been riding to work for more than ten years now. It’s just the first time that I’ve recorded a full year of riding. I’ve got proof.
Harvested. There was a patch of trees along my work route, probably populars, they would harbor murders of crows who hung out after picking seeds in the neighboring fields. In the morning, the sunlight would peak through their random arrays. The landscape changes. This week they were cut down. Sad to see them down, but I’m happy they were there. I wonder what they will go into. Flooring, furniture, crates? Although they were pretty big and tall, they were also pretty young relatively speaking. I only counted 25 rings.
At my work there is a cargo-trike, that is gathering dust after a student project to work on the stability of the thing. But its fundamental flaw is that it doesn’t tilt. So if you take too tight a turn, the whole thing suddenly and dangerously, flops over.
Having seen tilting three wheeled delivery scooters during my time in Japan, I’ve wondered why there aren’t any tilting cargo-trikes. Well, a cycle company from Copenhagen, the land of the Bullitt, has made one. Butchers & Bicycles is a ghastly name, but they’ve made a tilting cargo bike that is stable, maneuverable, and more compact longitudinally than other cargo bikes. Alas, all we have at the moment is a promotional video with a bearded hipster that looks enticing, and their facebook page, but there are questions to be answered. Price? Volume? Load? Turning Circle? Weight? Yes we’ll have to wait.
50 km at the Saint-Thurial Randonnée today. It was muddy, slick, but fun. This pretty much closes the randonnée season in Brittany till february.
A short clip of my friend Christoph hammering up the slippery slopes on his 9-Zero-7 Fatbike.
Warp Factor: Fall
Bringing the kids back home.
Morning commute from Bièvres to Cachan on the Coulée Verte. Considering the hell that can be the suburbs of Paris, it was a wonderfully pleasant ride through charming neighborhoods amid fall foliage and the Parc de Sceaux