Sunday, September 25, 2016


I was pretty confident that we were far enough into the year by now for that cursed Raging Waters to be closed. But no, the never-ending supply of drivers, all (yes, all) of whom exceed the fifteen mile per hour speed limit, and most of whom exceed it, seemingly, by a factor of three were out bulling their way across the dam to the detriment of a peaceful morning ride. 

Well, thankfully our knobby tires provided the means to escape all that. Funny thing is (not) some of those areas of escape may not be as quiet as you might think. During a brief respite atop Fatt Hill I looked down to spot a pickup hauling a trailer of jet skis along the closed-to-motor-vehicle pedestrian and bike route along the south shore. "You've got to be kidding." There is just no escape from drivers who can't, or are unwilling, to follow simple rules. The irony is that none of those speeding drivers are there to use the park, but are simply passing through it to get somewhere else. Sounds a lot like an old complaint about Griffith Park being used as a freeway alternate to the detriment of the experience of legitimate park users. Grump out.

from atop Fatt Hill even the jet skies are distantly quiet

serenity now - ducks floating lazily on the water, and moored tomol (if in fact it is a tomol)

Friday, September 23, 2016

Clack Clicking to Waters Edge

Water flowing, rushing swirling, eddying. Water falling, sheeting, cascading. Water gurgling, bubbling. Water placid. Water bringing life. Water like a mirror. Water quenching thirst. Water transforming. Water soaking into a summer dry bed of bleached sand, cracking thirsty rocks. Water softening hard edges. Water soaked up by parched roots, on the verge of brittleness, through sapwood or stem for new growth. Water for frogs croaking in shallows. Water for deer drinking on banks. Water for ducks swimming along reeds and grasses. Water to reflect the sun, the sky, the clouds. Water a fragile plane between two worlds. Inviting; a cyclist waddles clack, clicking in steel cleats and rigid soles down a steep bank to waters edge to dip fingers, break surface, merge. 

Like perennial courses in any arid region, our San Gabriel River is a completely
different entity when it carries water.

CHWP is Closed

It is a Red Flag weekend and the Claremont Hills Wilderness Park is closed Friday through Sunday, reopening Monday morning. Adjust you biking and hiking plans.

Update: Looks as though the closure will be extended - the park will not reopen until Tuesday.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Cross Town Loop: Walking the Dog

Some pretty big writing projects have been cutting into the blogging time, but posting photos doesn't exactly consume the spare minutes:

The clouds have been blowing up from old Mexico the past couple days. Some have been pretty dark, but have yet to drop any rain, at least on this side of the mountains. They do shred themselves on the higher peaks though.

Walking the dog along a quiet street.

Up the Road: Cyclocross Season in Southern California

Some might say there is not much to see, or read, with this post. I guess that is a matter of perspective. The preliminary calendar is out for the fast approaching SoCal Prestige Series of cyclocross, and I see a goodly number of interesting venues to get excited about. A lot of fun times when you read between the lines.

Monday, September 19, 2016

Monday Blues: Watchin' the Sun Bake

Saw this one at UC Riverside yesterday and knew it was perfect for chasing away the Monday Blues. The name itself suggests it might be a rolling party, and I think this is about as brand spanking new as a bike can get - nothing out of place, and not a speck of dirt on it. 

Kent International markets their Margaritaville in both mens and womens models. Normally I would not think that a bike with a price tag under $200.00 would be very fun to ride. Thing about the Margaritaville is that fun is a requirement , it is written into the purchase contract. If an owner is discovered not having fun, the bike is confiscated and given to someone else. The parrot bell fits right in with the theme and, in case you were wondering, seems to come standard. 

I just wonder if Jimmy Buffet gets any royalties.

"... Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault ..."

Sunday, September 18, 2016

UCR: Its a BreezeR

Student move-in day at UC Riverside came with special arrival directions taking us through the Corporate Yard this morning. As we drove through I chanced a look to the right and noticed boxes and boxes marked Breezer. Someone is going to be getting around campus on two wheels and someone is going to be up late putting them all together. Good to see the commitment to bicycle transportation at the campus.


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