Most gear takes a absolute beating while on a long tour. None more than what’s beneath your feet…

FilmFestFriday, back in action… here are 4 videos that all do a nice job of melting time away. A couple of these I have watched on multiple occasions. Enjoy.

My favorite thing to do after a good ride is enjoy a cold beer; my second favorite is to jump in a body of water.

During my 6 months in Africa, I went through about 7 levels of hop withdrawal…

The accumulation in both my storage unit and in-laws’ garage has reached a tipping point. It’s time to thin out the stable. Here are a few good deals on frames, racks, tires, wheels, etc…

We had one more route to bite off before we made the jump back to the land of bills and responsibilities. To keep it interesting, we picked a nice section of the GR 48 footpath from north of Seville east to Cordoba.

I am always up for a burly and rugged challenge, but there is certainly nothing wrong with a smooth and mellow ride, sometimes…

“Give him an offering, my lady, for there is not greater tragedy than that of the blind man in Granada.” So goes a quote, allegedly said to a woman passing a beggar on the street in Granada.

Leaving Africa was like saying goodbye to a dear friend. As the ferry roared out of the El Hoceima port, we watched the foggy cliffs of the Dark Continent fade into the mist. But soon there was something new drawing my eye to the north—the high snow-capped peaks of the Sierra Nevada range in Spain’s southern district of Andalucia.

A week before finishing up our tour, I looked down at my tires and smiled. Luckily I made the right choice just one day before we left six months ago.

A non-bike related post about photography from a street photographer’s playground.

On our last day of cycling in the High Atlas, our bicycles decided to seek revenge for all of the punishment we’ve put them through…