Two Wheel Addiction

Robbin Williams, when asked why he liked bicycling so much said, “because it’s the closest thing to flying.” This Labor Day weekend, like most weekends I spent a lot of time on two wheels. Three days climbing some 10,000 combined feet in the Santa Cruz mountains on my mountain bike. And one morning riding with a group of sport-bike friends through the tight twisties of the same Santa Cruz mountains, then down beautiful Highway 1 for lunch in Capitola.

One of the things I like most about riding on two wheels, is that it is an individual pursuit. For me, riding a bicycle alone for two hours with techno music in my ears is a very physical but for me zenfull time. Alone in the quite mountains….allowing the natural energy in my body to power the experience.

Riding with a group of sportbike riders is a very, very different two wheel experience. Powering through the mountains in line, going way to fast… but that is what it is. Lane splitting through traffic and occasionally being very loud. It is still a very exhilarating and at times scary/thrilling two wheel experience.

Usually I have found two wheel riders are either bicyclists or motorcyclists, but very rarely are they the same. For me it’s being a good dog and a bad dog at the same time. I guess I need a bit of both in my life.

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Two Wheel Addiction

Crown remains

Starting in the 1860’s western homesteaders and industrialists in the Santa Cruz mountains cut down most of the giant Redwood trees. After the 1906 San Francisco earthquake, Redwoods that had stood for hundreds of years were used to rebuild the city.

I took this picture yesterday during a rainstorm on our forest property. I was standing in the center of a stump. It has been about a hundred years since this Redwood was cut down. After a tree is fallen, a ring of new trees emerge in a circle around the cut stump. All that remains of this once giant Redwood is it’s crown.
-john

Crown remains

Learning Curve

I live on a mountain road. This past summer it was repaved but without a yellow line. As you would expect, it became really unsafe as drivers increased their speed and utilized the entire road which is full of blind curves. My neighbors formed a work party and we spent two days adding our own yellow line to this three mile stetch. Being new to the road construction business, and the skill of laying down yellow lines, it took some practice in the beginning. I do not think I have ever witnessed such a great example of a learning curve. – john

Learning Curve

Learning Curve