1st Group Ride ^ West Columbia, SC

7.24.12 - After inexplicably slamming into a curb the other night, I stopped off at Summit Cycles to have the wheels on my Lynskey trued up. Luckily, having disk brakes means I don't have to worry about my dented rims. So while Tim worked on my bike, he mentioned a group ride scheduled for later that evening, and I decided to tag along. It turned out to be a great first experience riding with a big group of cyclists through scenic, rural West Columbia.

~30 mile loop - South from the Electric Co-op headquarters to 12th Street, 12th Street Extension, Old Wire Rd., Glenn Rd., Gator Rd., Edmund Rd., Old Charleston Hwy., Meeting St., and home from downtown (map below).

This was also my first ride with 700cX23 Gatorskin tires on the Lynskey.

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn..."
- Jack Kerouac, On the Road, Part 1, Ch. 1


Debuting my new Cooper CX

7.16.12 – It was an epic first weekend on my new titanium cyclocross, a Cooper CX, which was handmade this spring by Lynskey Performance Designs in Chattanooga, Tennessee. I put 50 miles on the bike cruising around greater Charleston’s beaches, and then covered another 140 miles on (mostly) scenic rural roads from West Ashley to Columbia, SC. The titanium frame and steel fork combine for riding bliss, and the gearing turned the Midlands’ Sandhills into speedbumps. Many thanks to the folks at Lynskey, and to Tim at Summit Cycles in Columbia for the excellent assembly. More stories and pictures to come.

My single-speed gets a rest…

7.15.12 – I couldn’t start a blog about cycling in the South on my newly purchased geared bike without first paying homage to the workhorse which has served me so well over the past 2+ years in South Carolina, my 2009 single-speed Breed by Felt. This aluminum-framed, carbon-forked cyclocross took me across more than four thousand miles of roads, trails and beaches, and made my first significant stretch of adult life without an automobile a real joy. I’m not getting rid of this special lady; she’s being refitted as an urban war machine, but the era of century rides with one lonely gear has come to a close.