It snuck up on me. After brazing some water bottle bosses to the underside of the down tube, I put down the torch and thought about the next step in the process of building Carrie’s new touring bike, but there was no next step. Am I done? I went through my mental checklist and saw tick marks in every box. Well how about that! My fifth frameset finished in ten years. That’s how you spell p-r-o-d-u-c-t-i-v-i-t-e-e.
While spending five months on the road in Europe, I had plenty of time to daydream. Most of my daydreams included the consumption of ice cream. But sometimes I’d think about bikes. In particular, touring bikes, and what I believed to be the ideal touring bike for me and Carrie. I was enjoying my touring bike, but Carrie often described her touring bike with four letter words.
On the menu today was a big helping of kilometers. The kilometers were sunbaked and mountainous and served on a bed of lonely roads with a sprinkle of gravel. This was one of my favorite meals in Spain and perhaps one of the best on our whole trip. Continue reading »
The last two days have been good to us. As we rode from Casalarreina to Anguiano yesterday and from Anguiano to Quintanar de la Sierra today, we traded lush lands for dry, coastal terrain for mountains. Continue reading »