Yesterday, waiting for fog to roll in and out and in again.

fameandspear:

Looking forward to exploring more of the road less ridden with the Soigneur team this weekend in Gippsland. Keep your eyes peeled for some shots in the coming weeks.

  1. Camera: Nikon D4
  2. Aperture: f/2.2
  3. Exposure: 1/2500th
  4. Focal Length: 35mm

marcowarwick:

Bar Choice

oregontopatagonia:

We’ve been on the road seven months now. People we met in Mexico already feel like old friends and distant nostalgic summercamp golden hours. Places that were scary black doorways have become family dinners. Just a reminder that fear of the future is such a silly disease. #oregontopatagonia

someoneisalwaysfaster:

source - joey schusler instagram

jennlevo:

CHRIS KING: FUELING THE ROUGE ROUBAIX (Photography by John Watson)always the Buffalo Trace

ridebyshooting:

Out the door at 5am. 
Highway 1. Quiet. Listen to Harmontown. Dungeons and Dragons. Silliness. Fun. Forty miles disappear behind me. 
Up Gazos, cut through to Stage Road. Cool. Overcast from time to time. Getting warm. Stuff my SL jacket in the back of my bibs. Change gloves to shorties.
Climb Tunitas. At the top, cold, windy. Cold. Fog and sun and chill. Up. Top. Long fingered gloves back on. Jacket donned. Down.
La Honda descent flies by. Goal to be ordering sandwich in the General Store by noon. Churn fast.
12:04. Close. No cigar.
Eat. Shiver. It’s supposed to be warmer than this.  
Cut across to Alpine. Climb. Banana slugs are long and fat today, but not luminously yellow. 
On. And On. Climbing warms me up. 
Turn onto Skyline and up to four corners. The wind is whipping. I was not expecting this cold, though I have enough layers. Dread the descent. 
Zip. Eat. Clip in. Down.
Tears stream from the chill. Fingers are frozen in their gloves. It’s painful. But fast. How I like it. 
Climb again, to next descent at China Grade. 
Roll into the basin. Spigot. Water. Eat. Off.
Feel good. This is the fast part. Felton Empire will occur. There is no doubt. Be there by 4. Be there.
4:35. Dammit. I turn. It’s mile 113 and I turn to charge up to Empire. 
Climb. Legs feel great, but knees are a little stiff. Getting dark in the redwoods. Taillight on.
Top. We are at 11,854ft. Still about 25 miles to go, I guess. 
Ice Cream Grade. Pine Flat. Boony Doon. Highway 1. Taco stop. Done. 
139.5 miles. 12,800ft. 12 hours (slow, but steady)
Shower. Kick back. Find out Karol-Ann has won Stage 2 of San Dimas Stage Race after a two minute, solo breakaway. Stoked. In the back of my mind, I convince myself it’s because I stuck her in that redwood last week for good luck. 
Good day. A good, great, magical, hard day.
I sleep. 
Strava deets here
ridebyshooting:

Out the door at 5am. 
Highway 1. Quiet. Listen to Harmontown. Dungeons and Dragons. Silliness. Fun. Forty miles disappear behind me. 
Up Gazos, cut through to Stage Road. Cool. Overcast from time to time. Getting warm. Stuff my SL jacket in the back of my bibs. Change gloves to shorties.
Climb Tunitas. At the top, cold, windy. Cold. Fog and sun and chill. Up. Top. Long fingered gloves back on. Jacket donned. Down.
La Honda descent flies by. Goal to be ordering sandwich in the General Store by noon. Churn fast.
12:04. Close. No cigar.
Eat. Shiver. It’s supposed to be warmer than this.  
Cut across to Alpine. Climb. Banana slugs are long and fat today, but not luminously yellow. 
On. And On. Climbing warms me up. 
Turn onto Skyline and up to four corners. The wind is whipping. I was not expecting this cold, though I have enough layers. Dread the descent. 
Zip. Eat. Clip in. Down.
Tears stream from the chill. Fingers are frozen in their gloves. It’s painful. But fast. How I like it. 
Climb again, to next descent at China Grade. 
Roll into the basin. Spigot. Water. Eat. Off.
Feel good. This is the fast part. Felton Empire will occur. There is no doubt. Be there by 4. Be there.
4:35. Dammit. I turn. It’s mile 113 and I turn to charge up to Empire. 
Climb. Legs feel great, but knees are a little stiff. Getting dark in the redwoods. Taillight on.
Top. We are at 11,854ft. Still about 25 miles to go, I guess. 
Ice Cream Grade. Pine Flat. Boony Doon. Highway 1. Taco stop. Done. 
139.5 miles. 12,800ft. 12 hours (slow, but steady)
Shower. Kick back. Find out Karol-Ann has won Stage 2 of San Dimas Stage Race after a two minute, solo breakaway. Stoked. In the back of my mind, I convince myself it’s because I stuck her in that redwood last week for good luck. 
Good day. A good, great, magical, hard day.
I sleep. 
Strava deets here
ridebyshooting:

Out the door at 5am. 
Highway 1. Quiet. Listen to Harmontown. Dungeons and Dragons. Silliness. Fun. Forty miles disappear behind me. 
Up Gazos, cut through to Stage Road. Cool. Overcast from time to time. Getting warm. Stuff my SL jacket in the back of my bibs. Change gloves to shorties.
Climb Tunitas. At the top, cold, windy. Cold. Fog and sun and chill. Up. Top. Long fingered gloves back on. Jacket donned. Down.
La Honda descent flies by. Goal to be ordering sandwich in the General Store by noon. Churn fast.
12:04. Close. No cigar.
Eat. Shiver. It’s supposed to be warmer than this.  
Cut across to Alpine. Climb. Banana slugs are long and fat today, but not luminously yellow. 
On. And On. Climbing warms me up. 
Turn onto Skyline and up to four corners. The wind is whipping. I was not expecting this cold, though I have enough layers. Dread the descent. 
Zip. Eat. Clip in. Down.
Tears stream from the chill. Fingers are frozen in their gloves. It’s painful. But fast. How I like it. 
Climb again, to next descent at China Grade. 
Roll into the basin. Spigot. Water. Eat. Off.
Feel good. This is the fast part. Felton Empire will occur. There is no doubt. Be there by 4. Be there.
4:35. Dammit. I turn. It’s mile 113 and I turn to charge up to Empire. 
Climb. Legs feel great, but knees are a little stiff. Getting dark in the redwoods. Taillight on.
Top. We are at 11,854ft. Still about 25 miles to go, I guess. 
Ice Cream Grade. Pine Flat. Boony Doon. Highway 1. Taco stop. Done. 
139.5 miles. 12,800ft. 12 hours (slow, but steady)
Shower. Kick back. Find out Karol-Ann has won Stage 2 of San Dimas Stage Race after a two minute, solo breakaway. Stoked. In the back of my mind, I convince myself it’s because I stuck her in that redwood last week for good luck. 
Good day. A good, great, magical, hard day.
I sleep. 
Strava deets here
ridebyshooting:

Out the door at 5am. 
Highway 1. Quiet. Listen to Harmontown. Dungeons and Dragons. Silliness. Fun. Forty miles disappear behind me. 
Up Gazos, cut through to Stage Road. Cool. Overcast from time to time. Getting warm. Stuff my SL jacket in the back of my bibs. Change gloves to shorties.
Climb Tunitas. At the top, cold, windy. Cold. Fog and sun and chill. Up. Top. Long fingered gloves back on. Jacket donned. Down.
La Honda descent flies by. Goal to be ordering sandwich in the General Store by noon. Churn fast.
12:04. Close. No cigar.
Eat. Shiver. It’s supposed to be warmer than this.  
Cut across to Alpine. Climb. Banana slugs are long and fat today, but not luminously yellow. 
On. And On. Climbing warms me up. 
Turn onto Skyline and up to four corners. The wind is whipping. I was not expecting this cold, though I have enough layers. Dread the descent. 
Zip. Eat. Clip in. Down.
Tears stream from the chill. Fingers are frozen in their gloves. It’s painful. But fast. How I like it. 
Climb again, to next descent at China Grade. 
Roll into the basin. Spigot. Water. Eat. Off.
Feel good. This is the fast part. Felton Empire will occur. There is no doubt. Be there by 4. Be there.
4:35. Dammit. I turn. It’s mile 113 and I turn to charge up to Empire. 
Climb. Legs feel great, but knees are a little stiff. Getting dark in the redwoods. Taillight on.
Top. We are at 11,854ft. Still about 25 miles to go, I guess. 
Ice Cream Grade. Pine Flat. Boony Doon. Highway 1. Taco stop. Done. 
139.5 miles. 12,800ft. 12 hours (slow, but steady)
Shower. Kick back. Find out Karol-Ann has won Stage 2 of San Dimas Stage Race after a two minute, solo breakaway. Stoked. In the back of my mind, I convince myself it’s because I stuck her in that redwood last week for good luck. 
Good day. A good, great, magical, hard day.
I sleep. 
Strava deets here
ridebyshooting:

Out the door at 5am. 
Highway 1. Quiet. Listen to Harmontown. Dungeons and Dragons. Silliness. Fun. Forty miles disappear behind me. 
Up Gazos, cut through to Stage Road. Cool. Overcast from time to time. Getting warm. Stuff my SL jacket in the back of my bibs. Change gloves to shorties.
Climb Tunitas. At the top, cold, windy. Cold. Fog and sun and chill. Up. Top. Long fingered gloves back on. Jacket donned. Down.
La Honda descent flies by. Goal to be ordering sandwich in the General Store by noon. Churn fast.
12:04. Close. No cigar.
Eat. Shiver. It’s supposed to be warmer than this.  
Cut across to Alpine. Climb. Banana slugs are long and fat today, but not luminously yellow. 
On. And On. Climbing warms me up. 
Turn onto Skyline and up to four corners. The wind is whipping. I was not expecting this cold, though I have enough layers. Dread the descent. 
Zip. Eat. Clip in. Down.
Tears stream from the chill. Fingers are frozen in their gloves. It’s painful. But fast. How I like it. 
Climb again, to next descent at China Grade. 
Roll into the basin. Spigot. Water. Eat. Off.
Feel good. This is the fast part. Felton Empire will occur. There is no doubt. Be there by 4. Be there.
4:35. Dammit. I turn. It’s mile 113 and I turn to charge up to Empire. 
Climb. Legs feel great, but knees are a little stiff. Getting dark in the redwoods. Taillight on.
Top. We are at 11,854ft. Still about 25 miles to go, I guess. 
Ice Cream Grade. Pine Flat. Boony Doon. Highway 1. Taco stop. Done. 
139.5 miles. 12,800ft. 12 hours (slow, but steady)
Shower. Kick back. Find out Karol-Ann has won Stage 2 of San Dimas Stage Race after a two minute, solo breakaway. Stoked. In the back of my mind, I convince myself it’s because I stuck her in that redwood last week for good luck. 
Good day. A good, great, magical, hard day.
I sleep. 
Strava deets here
ridebyshooting:

Out the door at 5am. 
Highway 1. Quiet. Listen to Harmontown. Dungeons and Dragons. Silliness. Fun. Forty miles disappear behind me. 
Up Gazos, cut through to Stage Road. Cool. Overcast from time to time. Getting warm. Stuff my SL jacket in the back of my bibs. Change gloves to shorties.
Climb Tunitas. At the top, cold, windy. Cold. Fog and sun and chill. Up. Top. Long fingered gloves back on. Jacket donned. Down.
La Honda descent flies by. Goal to be ordering sandwich in the General Store by noon. Churn fast.
12:04. Close. No cigar.
Eat. Shiver. It’s supposed to be warmer than this.  
Cut across to Alpine. Climb. Banana slugs are long and fat today, but not luminously yellow. 
On. And On. Climbing warms me up. 
Turn onto Skyline and up to four corners. The wind is whipping. I was not expecting this cold, though I have enough layers. Dread the descent. 
Zip. Eat. Clip in. Down.
Tears stream from the chill. Fingers are frozen in their gloves. It’s painful. But fast. How I like it. 
Climb again, to next descent at China Grade. 
Roll into the basin. Spigot. Water. Eat. Off.
Feel good. This is the fast part. Felton Empire will occur. There is no doubt. Be there by 4. Be there.
4:35. Dammit. I turn. It’s mile 113 and I turn to charge up to Empire. 
Climb. Legs feel great, but knees are a little stiff. Getting dark in the redwoods. Taillight on.
Top. We are at 11,854ft. Still about 25 miles to go, I guess. 
Ice Cream Grade. Pine Flat. Boony Doon. Highway 1. Taco stop. Done. 
139.5 miles. 12,800ft. 12 hours (slow, but steady)
Shower. Kick back. Find out Karol-Ann has won Stage 2 of San Dimas Stage Race after a two minute, solo breakaway. Stoked. In the back of my mind, I convince myself it’s because I stuck her in that redwood last week for good luck. 
Good day. A good, great, magical, hard day.
I sleep. 
Strava deets here
ridebyshooting:

Out the door at 5am. 
Highway 1. Quiet. Listen to Harmontown. Dungeons and Dragons. Silliness. Fun. Forty miles disappear behind me. 
Up Gazos, cut through to Stage Road. Cool. Overcast from time to time. Getting warm. Stuff my SL jacket in the back of my bibs. Change gloves to shorties.
Climb Tunitas. At the top, cold, windy. Cold. Fog and sun and chill. Up. Top. Long fingered gloves back on. Jacket donned. Down.
La Honda descent flies by. Goal to be ordering sandwich in the General Store by noon. Churn fast.
12:04. Close. No cigar.
Eat. Shiver. It’s supposed to be warmer than this.  
Cut across to Alpine. Climb. Banana slugs are long and fat today, but not luminously yellow. 
On. And On. Climbing warms me up. 
Turn onto Skyline and up to four corners. The wind is whipping. I was not expecting this cold, though I have enough layers. Dread the descent. 
Zip. Eat. Clip in. Down.
Tears stream from the chill. Fingers are frozen in their gloves. It’s painful. But fast. How I like it. 
Climb again, to next descent at China Grade. 
Roll into the basin. Spigot. Water. Eat. Off.
Feel good. This is the fast part. Felton Empire will occur. There is no doubt. Be there by 4. Be there.
4:35. Dammit. I turn. It’s mile 113 and I turn to charge up to Empire. 
Climb. Legs feel great, but knees are a little stiff. Getting dark in the redwoods. Taillight on.
Top. We are at 11,854ft. Still about 25 miles to go, I guess. 
Ice Cream Grade. Pine Flat. Boony Doon. Highway 1. Taco stop. Done. 
139.5 miles. 12,800ft. 12 hours (slow, but steady)
Shower. Kick back. Find out Karol-Ann has won Stage 2 of San Dimas Stage Race after a two minute, solo breakaway. Stoked. In the back of my mind, I convince myself it’s because I stuck her in that redwood last week for good luck. 
Good day. A good, great, magical, hard day.
I sleep. 
Strava deets here

ridebyshooting:

Out the door at 5am. 

Highway 1. Quiet. Listen to Harmontown. Dungeons and Dragons. Silliness. Fun. Forty miles disappear behind me. 

Up Gazos, cut through to Stage Road. Cool. Overcast from time to time. Getting warm. Stuff my SL jacket in the back of my bibs. Change gloves to shorties.

Climb Tunitas. At the top, cold, windy. Cold. Fog and sun and chill. Up. Top. Long fingered gloves back on. Jacket donned. Down.

La Honda descent flies by. Goal to be ordering sandwich in the General Store by noon. Churn fast.

12:04. Close. No cigar.

Eat. Shiver. It’s supposed to be warmer than this.  

Cut across to Alpine. Climb. Banana slugs are long and fat today, but not luminously yellow. 

On. And On. Climbing warms me up. 

Turn onto Skyline and up to four corners. The wind is whipping. I was not expecting this cold, though I have enough layers. Dread the descent. 

Zip. Eat. Clip in. Down.

Tears stream from the chill. Fingers are frozen in their gloves. It’s painful. But fast. How I like it. 

Climb again, to next descent at China Grade. 

Roll into the basin. Spigot. Water. Eat. Off.

Feel good. This is the fast part. Felton Empire will occur. There is no doubt. Be there by 4. Be there.

4:35. Dammit. I turn. It’s mile 113 and I turn to charge up to Empire. 

Climb. Legs feel great, but knees are a little stiff. Getting dark in the redwoods. Taillight on.

Top. We are at 11,854ft. Still about 25 miles to go, I guess. 

Ice Cream Grade. Pine Flat. Boony Doon. Highway 1. Taco stop. Done. 

139.5 miles. 12,800ft. 12 hours (slow, but steady)

Shower. Kick back. Find out Karol-Ann has won Stage 2 of San Dimas Stage Race after a two minute, solo breakaway. Stoked. In the back of my mind, I convince myself it’s because I stuck her in that redwood last week for good luck. 

Good day. A good, great, magical, hard day.

I sleep. 

Strava deets here

nycbikecommuter:

Red Hook Crit 2014