Jan 17, 2003 8:38 AM
|From alot of the posts I've read it seems that quite a few of you have ridden in some interesting places.What is the most memorable or interesting place outside of your normal area that you have ridden and what made it so memorable.|
|From Amsterdam to Paris this past summer. (nm)||onespeed|
Jan 17, 2003 8:45 AM
|Ride for the Roses (Austin). Great city, people....nm||chopper|
Jan 17, 2003 8:59 AM
|Riding in Amsterdam was one||velocity|
Jan 17, 2003 9:07 AM
|It was so eye-opening. To ride in a city where peds and cars respect cyclists. To see people of all ages and types, using their bikes to run errands. Moms/dads with a kid or kids on board there means something a little different.|
|MTBing in the Lake District (UK) on my own...||GileyD|
Jan 17, 2003 9:09 AM
|..lotsa mountains, very few people.
Just how I like it!!!!
Rode all day, meal and a few beers in my tent on the evening, next day repeat..... for 3 days.
Only time I've gone away riding on my own, but I'd do it again like a shot.
|re: Memorable places||KeeponTrekkin|
Jan 17, 2003 9:17 AM
|Solo credit card tour in the Dordogne region of France. Friendly people (few English speakers and no Americans), rich history, scenery and food; simple comforts and hospitality, well presented, lots of hills, few cars.|
|lots of memorable rides||mwood|
Jan 17, 2003 9:31 AM
|most recent, truly memorable:
Outside Bend, OR, on the MTB, with good friends, riding single track through 7000' high meadows, snow off trail, runoff going everwhere, 70 degrees and no clouds, 41 mile total, EPIC.
The Sierras have been the backdrop for my most memorable road rides away from home. But, most recent, truly memorable road ride was taking a group of "newbies" up a nearby, small mountain (Diablo, 3800') on New Year's day and seeing the satisfaction on a few of their faces as they crested the last 1/4 mile pitch (18% ave.) at the summit!
I would love to ride outside the country, maybe when the kids are grown and time is more available...
|New Zealand, South Island.||PseuZQ|
Jan 17, 2003 9:37 AM
|Only real bike trip I've taken and it was a borderline religious experience. I've never seen scenery like that.
(One of those things I was able to splurge on during the "new economy." Hah!)
|Just got back from a memorable place: Baja California...||Lon Norder|
Jan 17, 2003 10:24 AM
|Just did a self-supported bike tour from Tijuana to Cabo San Lucas. Check it out:
Also click on the Zignzag (my mtb alias) reply posts in the thread for additional pics.
|Fairbanks to Anchorage. Ala.||Len J|
Jan 17, 2003 10:34 AM
|August. 2001. 1300 riders, 500 miles, good cause (AIDS Vaccine) incredible scenery, great climbs, and my daughter went with me.
|re: Grenoble to Chamrousse in the pouring rain||teoteoteo|
Jan 17, 2003 7:41 PM
|Decided to throw a "Mountain Party" for the Stage 11 Mountain Time Trial during the 2001 Tour. I had a site dedicated to rounding up all the Americans at the tour so we could have a cheering party. Lance had given "the look" the day before on Alpe D' Huez. We had a pre-selected spoty on the Mountain wehre other fans and I could assemble for our fun.
I had ridden about 107 miles the day before (including up Alpe D) so when I woke up the morning of the time trial I was a bit bummed at pouring cold rain. It took all I had to to get on my bike but I started out of Grenoble then onto the course at about 8 am. It took almost twice as long to reach my destination that day as it had two days before in the dry. The rain was by far the worst I had ever ridden in but I knew people had camped waiting to hold a spot for the party. The weather was so bad my best friend declined to join me.
As I climbed I took my helmet off and put on a Cowboy hat that was clipped to my commuter style backpack. The funny part was the hat kept the rain out of my face. The Euro's looked at me like I was out of my mind (with good reason) from the safety of their campers. My body heat was low but my cheap clear plastic rain cape was holding in the heat I was making. It's the only time I ever really treasured such a non technical garment.
As I passed the second time station in the forest of Premol I knew I was close. As I rounded a corner I saw my Belgian friend and later people I had spoken to from all over the United States. Luckily my clothing for the days cheering stayed dry in my pack thanks to trash bags--A new friend named Ben had rented a VW Camper Van and as the rain continued to poor I warmed my shivering body inside the van.
Soon the rain let up and the later the Sun would shine. Lance took the stage and we had an incredible response from the riders. As they grunted around our steep hairpin we chanted their names. Chechu Rubiera was so happy he came all the way across the road to us and pumped his fist while smiling. He had no team car as too many USPS riders had gone in close proximity.
As Lance got closer an aquintance named James Startt who works for Bicycling magazine decided he wanted to pose us for a great pic. After all his staging another photog snuck up behind him and stole the shot. It appeared as an AP photo all over the next day. As you look below I am crouching in my cowboy hat and you can see the back of James head in the lower left corner.