Alaska
Most Alaskans know how to ride a bike. And most only do so in the summer time. This past summer I became an Alaskan and therefore rode my bike only during this season. Currently it's mid January, the bike handlebars are hanging, and the only thing leaving my garage is a 4 wheel drive Toyota.
These are few photos taking from a small tour starting from Anchorage and ending in Haines, Alaska. The trip had the tendency of being nightmarish, but with a little ingenuity, it trended towards dreamish:
Amongst the wise spruce forests and bewildered road side moose, a black panther, sleek and dare I say, sensuous, paced the pavement in search of his daily nourishment and nightly bedding. This black cat moved more mechanically than biologically; a sound machine purporting kinetic efficiency. Thunder clapped and heavy rains draped the sky almost every day of this tenuous easterly migration. Alas, his strong will to reach the more bountiful and beautiful South-East coast granted him great strength when times were testing. Finally did he reach the land, though with irreparable scars to prove. The backbone of this great cat was broken, and forever broken it was. His life ended in the lattitude 59d 27m North. May he rest
in peace.
Here is a timeline of a broken seat tube. The first sign of fatigue started about 400 miles from the destination. It made it in honor of Mr. Rig, Mr. Jerry Rig. -
