What Some Other Bicycle Bloggers Are Doing

I grow weary of writing about myself at times. This is particularly true when my bicycle riding is not as consistently prolific as usual, for one reason or another. Illness, injury, work, heat, Tour de France are unto themselves each a good reason to take some time off my bike activities, but all at once is a super good excuse, ahem, reason. But since my bike activities include writing this blog (although it often veers off into other subjects), I still feel I must publish (or perish!) thrice weekly. Today is no different. By the way, I’d love to know about some bike blogs by women riders, if anyone has seen any good ones they’d recommend. Posthaste and herewith are some snippets from fellow bicycle bloggers, in no particular order. Enjoy and go visit and like their blogs too. Tell ’em A Dude Abikes sent you.



This guy from across the pond somewhere in the UK had this to say about recovering from some pain in his post A pain in the neck:

After spending the weekend in bed in an opiate/alcohol-fueled haze in front of the Ashes and Netflix, this week has been sheer bloody hell. Not because of the pain from a compressed nerve somewhere in my neck/back but because I wasn’t able to ride in what seems to be the last throes of summer. I felt dirty driving to and from work as I had planned to ride in 3 days this week. The weather was glorious, my mood not so due to feeling of missing out. Missing out on another 100km week and paying for petrol and parking (estimated to be £18).

Jack Akehurst, Life Behind Bars

Jack Akehurst

Also British, from where exactly I don’t recall, Jack is a regular rider who just did a big charity ride. He raised almost double his goal and did 102 miles. Not sure if that’s his first century ride but he did us proud, climbed 5,500 feet and also shaved his legs for it. Check The Charity Ride – Event Day and related posts.

This is what it’s all been about for the last 10 months. All of the training, all of the time spent on the bike(s). It all boils down to one ride. Sounds dramatic… I can almost hear the trailer music playing.

The morning of the ride we woke relatively early. With the hotel we were staying in being only 2 miles away from the start line, we didn’t need to rush too much. Still, it was nice to have a bit of time to have a shower, get ready and ponder over what to wear as the weather wasn’t making it easy for us to make a decision. Things didn’t quite go to plan either when I picked up my Garmin. .I turned it on and it flashed up saying it currently had 0% battery life. Wonderful… I’m really not sure what happened as I’d charged it up on Friday night and switched it off. Clearly, it didn’t like the idea of doing 102 miles either.


The Chopmeister, as I’ve just dubbed him, describes a 55-mile ride in Double Double Nickels. He’s on the eastern coast of the US, Virginia I think. He gives a good recap of his rides.

A double nickel is 55. The first time I heard this expression was when Jimmy Carter imposed a national 55 mile per hour speed limit during an “energy crisis.” Back in the 70s an energy crisis existed when you couldn’t find gas for your tank. Driving 55 on a wide open highway clearly designed for speeds of 70 or 75 miles per hour is enough to make you crazy. I once got a ticket for going 65 on I-66 in Virginia. The very same highway now has a 70 mile per hour speed limit. I should ask for a refund.

The energy crisis also introduced us to right on red. I am willing to bet that thousands of bicyclists and pedestrians have been mowed down by cars that don’t both to stop when making a right on red. It happened to me when I was on a bike trail.

Cape John, A Midnight Rider

This blogger has a son who lives here in Austin, and we met quite randomly on our bikes. That was pretty cool. Cape John as he’s known, likes to write about life around him, living in and biking around coastal New England. He and the son recently did a pretty beautiful looking Erie Canal bike tour. Here’s his entry for the last day of that adventure, Amsterdam to Schnecteday, NY.

The final day of the Erie Canal bike tour.  A short 20 miles on paved path and some roads.

It was another hot day which forced us to make a couple of water stops. On outside of Schenectady ended up being the most interesting.    At the convenience store on NY route 5S we met an interesting clerk from India.  His name was a difficult one to remember, but his story is much better.

Cape John and son, Source: A Midnight Rider
This is a regular ride he goes on and I just dig the poster.

Well, that’s all for this post. Check back regularly and I’ll do another with some of the other blogs again.

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13 thoughts on “What Some Other Bicycle Bloggers Are Doing

    1. Thanks, Mick. My 4th grade English teacher said I had “diarrhea of the mouth.” I remember her name, Ruby Vest. Or maybe it was West. Guess I’m still over-communicating, but I suppose it’s a good thing, usually. Working on quality over quantity of words. Soon I may need to downsize the blog if I’m ever going to get the book edited and published, self- or otherwise. Though my miles are down lately I hope to bring up that quantity. Not enough to do Das Hugel though! Not with this bike, body or legs and those hills! Keep on riding and writing!

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