Well, there you go: another year down. All the idiots who don't understand the Mayan calendar can breathe easy, though, because it looks like there's still at least one more year in the chamber.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
Xmas Eve Is Upon Us
Hey Kids,
Just a quick message for you. If you haven't asked Santa for that new bike yet, you may have missed your shot. BUT MAYBE NOT.
Cheers,
The Dusty Musette Crew
Friday, December 21, 2012
Bicycletiquette: Stocking Stuffers
Dear Jasper,
I’m looking to buy some
inexpensive gifts for cyclist friends and family. I see your colleague, Val
Garou, has suggested gifts to avoid, but do you have any recommendations for stocking
stuffers that I should buy?
Happy Holidays,
Miss L. Towe
Ah, Miss Towe, I have fond childhood memories of rising
early of a Christmas morning, starting a blazing fire in the grate, slaughtering
the family goose, and unpacking my Christmas stocking.
What small wonders I
recall digging out one by one: a lump of coal, a bent stick, a few linty bon-bons,
a vial of cod-liver oil, and, in our more prosperous years, a firm parsnip or
rutabega in the tippy toe. Of course, Santa always included something for my
bike, be it sparkly handlebar tassles or a homemade reflector fashioned out of
a turkey wattle. Such, such were the joys!
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
The Dusty Lens (#6)
Monday, December 17, 2012
All I Don't Want for Christmas . . .
This is the time of year when both gifting and gifts occupy a significant amount of mental space. I'm a bike guy, and, naturally, I know a lot of bike guys, so I've been thinking about bike-centric gifts a bit lately. What I think, mostly, is that I am afraid of them.
Friday, December 14, 2012
Code of the Semi-Serious Cyclist: Part 8 (Camera)
The Semi-Serious Cyclist likes to roll with a camera. In a back pocket, in a handle-bar bag, around his neck, mounted on his helmet—anywhere handy and ready to point and click in a flash, from the roadside, or even, dare I say, from the saddle on the fly.
No matter where he is riding—be it on a tour in an exotic
land or on a well-worn loop in his own backyard—interesting, weird, beautiful,
tacky, bizarre, photo-worthy shit
abounds. There’s something magical about the perspective from the saddle: the lovely
and strange details of the world around us are just so noticeable when cycling. So why not take a moment to capture these
sights?
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
The Dusty Lens (#5)
Not all photos are great, and this is really just a snap shot. But it's an evocative one for me--especially this time of year. This is a road trip in-progress, a mobile base about to deploy, an escape from here and a ticket to there. Sleeping quarters; bikes and backup bikes; food, water, and a kitchen. This is road biking, emphasis on the road.
Friday, December 7, 2012
“White Flannel and Nickel Plate”
That’s what Karl Kron, author of Ten Thousand Miles on a Bicycle
(1887),
gives as his answer to the question he found himself frequently bearded with in
the 1880s: “What’s the best costume to adopt for touring on a bicycle?” While this question may be almost as old as
the bicycle itself, it remains now, as it was in Kron’s day, a “tremendous
subject of cycling” discussion. Check out some bicycle touring forums, and
you’ll see what I mean. Today’s debates tend to be about comfort, utility,
and style, but in Kron’s day, cyclists had to consider much more practical
needs when selecting a “costume:” namely, finding a place to sleep.
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