I love posting images to the blog and just found a new image posting tool. Flickr's drag-'n-drop or blogging tools work really well. Here's my rental bike in Paris...from Flickr photo individual shot view.
Selected photos from the set browse view...
Matthew's family decided that it was time for a little R&R in the Rockies. His younger brother, Amos, invited all of us to take advantage of his 'limo service' from SLC to Park City, Utah, and his parents, George and Judy, arranged for the condo near Deer Valley. The views were incredible and the weather was perfect. New snow from 2 days prior to our trip meant good spring skiing conditions, and bright sunshine prevailed for trips to Antelope Island and Mormon Temple Sq.
Thank you, Prudhon family, and thank you Utah!
Here are our pictures on Flickr and some favorites will be pasted below just as soon as I figure out what coding/script is needed to do that with Flickr rolls from Matthew. Gah.
Every sponsor, rider, and optimistic spectator at the City Hall plaza, Boston.
Banner for my triathlon team sponsor, Wheelworks.
One cyclist expressing a common sentiment at the start of the ride.
Just towards the river from Beacon Hill, cyclists "own" Storrow Drive.
Riders in mass...
Riders waving hello saying "it's great to have the road to myself!"
including the littlest rider. Ride one, ride all!
I woke up to skies threatening to rain and that bittersweet sadness that my 'race' planned for the day would be cancelled. Naturally I wanted to ride before it got wet and messy outdoors, so I went to downtown Boston to see the HubOnWheels.org riders take off for their 10, 20, or 40 mile jaunts through the city. I had almost signed up for the event myself, but then decided to just photograph and ride along the part of the route that would be the most scenic: the Esplanade and Storrow Drive.
As I waved from a bridge, hundreds of passing cyclists waved back. I saw smiles and hear hooting calls of glee from the car-free 3-laned road below. It was a magnificent sight! And as the last riders passed, I knew that those rare moments of blissful, bike-friendly roads would come to an end.
I rode along the closed route for the last mile, savoring the peace and tranquility, calling out *and* being heard by the one other rider out enjoying the silence with me. "See you on this ride next year!" I said before getting off of the road, back on to the bike-path beside it, where bikes "belong" and then I heard it...whoosh...and then another whoosh. Cars were coming back on to the road that had been closed. The city was going back to it's normal, bike-oblivious, car-centric self. But it was ours, the cyclists, sharing it so well during that hour of the ride -- and it made me well up with tears to think that it'd be another year before Storrow Drive would hear only the sound of freewheel hubs again.
