I’m a die-hard bike rider. I brave snow to get to the grocery. I commute to work in the rain. I haul kids long distances, even when the mercury climbs into the nineties. But when someone asks me to go on a road ride, just for fun, I usually find an excuse to stay home. I leave that kind of riding to people in lycra shorts.
Biking on the side of a busy road is the pits. Threatening cars zoom past you, broken glass and debris eat away at your tires, and you can barely look at the scenery since you must focus to stay on the pavement.
So, when Andy Bike asked me to go on a ramble near The Dalles, Oregon, I didn’t immediately sign on. He explained that a ramble is about the journey, not the destination.
“It’s cars per hour,” Andy nudged, “not cars per minute.”
I had to experience it to understand exactly what that meant, so off we went to the dry side of our state. Here’s what it was like:
Bikes were the perfect way to experience the landscape: fast enough to see different places, but plenty slow enough to stop and soak it all in.
Do I need to tell you that I’d do it again?
Thank you to Andy Bike for the inspiration and the photos.