1,327 miles and three or four countries later, I’m in a “Toyoko Inn” immediately adjacent to the Frankfurt am Main train station with the air conditioner cranked to “Ice Station Zebra.” It was a hot day of touring, Albuquerque hot, but what a lovely end to a lovely tour. As I mentioned yesterday, important life… Read More Bike Tour: The End of Days, i.e., 28-32

Conducting a self-supported bicycle tour is much like directing an overly crafted home movie. You spend very significant time on tiny, yet substantive details, and the outcome is overwhelmingly experienced by no one, aside from the director. While the above is very true, I hope at least one or two tidbits in these many, too… Read More Bike Tour: Almost Harvest Time

Emily and I wrapped up our joint portion of approximately 250 km of cycling in lovely Chalon-sur-Saone, after 40 km of clean-as-a-whistle Voie Verte rail-to-trail up from Malay. The easy riding made it something of a Tour Le France final day in Paris ride, only missing the traditional drinking from flutes of champagne. It’s been… Read More Tour, Days 25-27: Getting Lost is Half the Fun, Eventually

A rest day on the bike tour offers a chance for the legs to recover, but also allows the mind to get something off its chest, so to speak. I’ll start with an insipid observation: The Albuquerque Journal does a supremely awful job of covering K-12 education in New Mexico. If Pulitzer had a Razzie,… Read More The Albuquerque Journal’s Intentional Failure to Cover K-12 Education

After five weeks here in Europe, the thought first crossed my mind last night: This tour will eventually end. Coincidentally, this thought was followed by a night of “teacher dreams” involving the usual scenarios K-12 school teachers endlessly go through in this conscious and especially unconscious minds during and especially just prior to a school… Read More Tour, Days 22-24: A Velo Ramble Through and Around the Morvan Forest

In evolving what goes for a “plan” with this cycling tour, the biggest consideration was that my wife could join me in France for around ten days. The first of those ten days is about two hours away as I write, and I made it to our meeting spot, Nevers, with about five hours to… Read More Tour Days 19-21: Get Me to Nevers on Time