Every visit to Napa includes wineries, that’s almost a given. I’d venture to say that a fair amount of visits to Napa also include visits to the pharmacy, to stock up on Advil for the next morning’s inevitable wine tasting hangover. We did both. I doubt that many visits...
Napa. Just the name of the place conjures in my mind images of crusty old farts surrounded by snotty, towel-armed sommeliers, sitting in antique chairs, sipping their $100 glasses of grape juice while looking down from their high horses on all the annoying little people. I love pissing...
Shock. Horror. Dread. Sadness. This intense mix of emotions hits me like a jolt of electricity as I turn the page of the calendar. September? Already? How the hell did THAT happen? An entire summer flew by, and I had, what… two semi-decent rides to show for it? I grab a nearby paper...
… but the blogging! Two thousand eight hundred forty miles and ten days later, our round trip two-state tour is complete, and the stories… well, there are a ton of stories to distill. Story distilling begins soon, but for tonight, Sleeping Beauty and I hoist a amber glass of...
Two days left, and our last long ride of 2009 will all be just a bunch of memories (and blog posts). Oregon was beautiful, with secret curvy roads tucked in between towering pines. Rain Cloud Follows enjoyed a fork upgrade from the wizards at GP Suspension, and Sleeping Beauty and I...