Typical rides the last few months have included more squiggles than a paramecium, but yesterday’s was such a straight shot, I can tell you the whole route in about seven moves: Bosque Path to William St. to Coal/Zuni, through the Los Altos Golf Course to I-40 Path to NM-333 to NM-14 and thirty miles later… Read More Slow Cycling: Lantern Ridge by Ebike

At only three months in, I’m still at that vengeful stage of retirement in which one looks at their watch on a weekday mid-morning, remembers what one used to be doing at that precise time (“Tuesday at 10:37 A.M, smack-dab in the middle of Third Period teaching!”) and busts out laughing maniacally. I was here… Read More Slow Cycling Chronicles: East Corrales

I’ve been thinking a lot about visual art lately, a notable difference in mindset as I’m tend to be remarkably unobservant of my visual surroundings. Many reasons have led to this elevation in seeing what’s around me, including a trip to Albuquerque Museum to see the dreadful Georgia O’Keeffe/Henry Moore exhibition. I miss going to… Read More Bosque, Gated Communities and other Slow Cycling Venues

Okay. My public meeting vacation is over. For a bunch of reasons probably understandable to anyone who has ever atttended a public meeting on transportation issues, I’ve taken a pretty long break from attending public meetings on transportation issues. Barring a last-minute returning to my senses, I’m returning from public meeting vacation tonight to hear… Read More Tonight’s Public Meeting on Blake Rd. S.W.

It didn’t occur to me that I had been cycling between the green curve of prehistory and what’s left of post-capitalist America until I got home and saw the route map: Squigging slowly through the gap between Petroglyph National Monument and Ladera Golf Course, there are neighborhoods and neighbors not unlike just about all of… Read More Slow Cycling Chronicles: Between Green Curves

It’s always a good bike ride when you come across views like these: I’ll leave picking order of niceness among the photos above to you, but all also perfectly fit in yesterday’s geographically and socio-economically wide-ranging slow ride stretching from the bourgeois 60s privileged comfort of Four Hills Country Club to the beauty amid the… Read More Slow Cycling Chronicles: Four Hills and Trumbull