The Old Guy Bicycle Blog

One of the things I’ve come to realize after decades in the saddle is that cycling connects people in ways that few other things can. Whether it's for five minutes or five hours, riding side by side with someone can form a bond that sticks — even if the moment passes and you never see each other again. There are two rides that stand out in my memory, even though years — even decades — have gone by. I never exchanged full names or kept in touch with either of these people. But they’ve stayed with me, clear as a tailwind on a sunny day. 100 Miles of Camaraderie One year during the 24 Hours in the Canyon event at Palo Duro Canyon, I found myself riding the first stretch alongside a man I had never met before. We were similar in ability and resolve, and it just worked. We climbed out of the canyon together and covered the first 100 miles side by side, talking like old friends the entire way. I don’t remember his name now. I think he was from somewhere near Amarillo. But I do remember h...

Back in May 2024 , I briefly mentioned one of the scariest moments I’ve had while riding. You can read that post here:   👉   Even Cyclists Have Bad Days But today I want to tell the full story. 🐍 Life in Snake Country I lived in Carlsbad, New Mexico from 1989 to 2006 — about 17 years. We were out in the country, roughly 5 miles outside of town. And if you’ve never lived in the desert, let me tell you: it belongs to the snakes. We had snakes come right up to the house. Some were harmless, the kind you leave alone because they eat the mice and keep the real pests in check. But others — like the Western Diamondback Rattlesnake — were not welcome. Those snakes were venomous, aggressive, and dangerous. They killed two of our outdoor cats. One of them even killed our Jack Russell Terrier, Zack — who was only trying to protect our backyard, where our 3-year-old son Nicholas liked to play. Zack died the next day from the bite. That moment has stuck with me ever since. I don’...