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As a bicyclist, I feel it is my duty to spread the word about the benefits and cost savings of riding a bicycle. As an African American, I want to show a more diverse view of bicycling than the one I currently see. The title for this ride came to me long before I started it, and for weeks the details unfolded before me, creating the template of how I would achieve it. I am riding my single speed road bike from my home in the suburbs all the way into downtown St. Louis using only pedal power. Although the destination is important, I want to highlight the journey to show that safe transport by bicycle can take place on the streets shared by automobile traffic.
Last month I had a great trip to Brushy Mountain Tunnel on the Silver Comet Trail. The tunnel is about 800 feet long, going through the mountain.
I am worried about falling asleep close to the large truck parked next to my sleeping bag. Usually I don’t close my eyes and lay my head next to vehicle tires, because of vivid stories I've heard about sleepy pets getting squashed beneath the tread. Four hours of pedaling in 90-degree summer heat from Boise to Parma, Idaho, followed by several mugs of wine, has turned a double feature into barely a single feature. My eyelids grow heavy. I fear I’m making the same mistake as Shirley, the dead family pet.
Think sin city is all about the sex, booze, and gambling? Well, according to the Las Vegas Convention and Visitors Authority, it is. But step away from the glitz and glam of the Las Vegas strip and you will find an abundance of resources for the outdoor enthusiast, all within a 45-minute drive in just about any direction. Go east and you can play in the waters of Lake Mead, Hoover Dam, and the Colorado River; head northwest and you can hit the slopes of 11,000-foot Mount Charleston; if you’re a hiker, Valley of Fire to the north and Red Rock Canyon to the west are sure to quench your appetite for stunning rock formations and authentic desert hiking.
As we climbed what would be the final summit for the day, my brother John says, "You are going to kill me."
"Yes," I respond, "I just have not found a location remote enough yet."
A couple of weeks ago my friend Auston and I went for a bike ride down the coast. We left the city with no particular destination in mind. The plan was to head south on Highway 1, ride all day, and get a lot of sun.
The forecast for the weekend was almost perfect for bicycling in February, in Montana. Our plan was to ride from Bozeman to the tiny cowboy town of Pony, 55 miles away. There we would set up camp and stash the bikes in the forest, in order to climb and ski Hollowtop, the highest peak in the Tobacco Root Mountains. This would be the third peak in my 7 Summits Of Bozeman project, a five-month plan to climb and ski the highest peak in each of the seven mountain ranges that surround Bozeman -- completing the entire project 100 percent human-powered, traveling only by bicycle, by foot, and on skis.