So Long, Summer!

IMG_0321Summer, for me, has become the season to endure. Hey, I’m a grandfather now and I just don’t tolerate the heat as well as I once did. So, in September when those tiny puffs of slightly cooler air roll in, I celebrate. It was about 67 degrees when I rolled out this morning, and it probably maxed out in the mid 80s today. That’s a significant shift from the last few months. I begin to see that summer might relent soon. The anticipation of a more refreshing time has over-taken me like a wave.

The time is now to plan ahead for (arguably) the best time of year.  Don’t miss it.

Rain Ride

IMG_3152I suppose that folks grow weary of cloudy skies and refreshing rainfall the I way I grow weary of glaring sunshine and hot blowing dust day after day. But today’s outing was especially delightful for me. Slightly cooler air came sweeping into north Texas early this morning. More importantly, the skies were cloudy and rainy.

I rode out to the “just now re-opened after the May flood” State Park for a fresh cup of coffee in the woods, and I was able to use some of my gear that I rarely use. My rain shell keep my body comfortable in hours of showers. My saddle cover kept my leather saddle dry, and my fenders kept the spray off my backside.

It’s still late summer in Texas for a few more weeks, but it was mighty refreshing out there today.

Seventh Annual Ramble


Save the date – Saturday, November 14, 2015

…because that is the day for the annual, but highly informal, bicycle ride I host from my home each year.  This will be the Seventh Annual Fall Finale 50ish Mile Country Path Ramble.  It’s a social ride intended for a relaxed, conversational pace to leisurely celebrate the usually pleasant weather we have here in north Texas in November.  We stop frequently for photos, snacks, or coffee brew-ups, and we take the better part of the day to cover approximately 50 miles of paved and un-paved rural county roads.

I’ll confess that I’m a little distracted by my upcoming trip to the DC area to visit my grandson (and his parents) in early October.  But I’ll post more details on the Ramble here in the future.  For now, I want any returning veterans of the ride to be able to plan in advance and invite their friends to join in.

You Can’t Have It All


UPDATE – 9-28-2015 – The Atlantis is sold.

As indicated in my previous post, I’m pondering a project bike. But I can’t have it all, so to raise funds, I’ve decided to sell the bike that represents the biggest overlap in function with my other bikes. Reluctantly, the Atlantis is for sale.

This is a wonderful bike, but my Hilsen gives me almost everything this bike does. The anticipated project, actually expands the functionality of the stable. So this one is available…

I’m thinking $1950 shipped CONUS, complete bike nominally, minus bags, racks, and pedals.  I’ll include the Maxxis Holy Rollers and Compass Rat Trap Pass tires if you wish.  We can negotiate partial build if needed.  I you want to talk details, please leave me a comment or contact me via email.

New Project Bike 2015

I’m not a huge bicycle tinkerer, but I do tend to think plenty about how to gain even more enjoyment out of my time on two wheels. That leads to buying new parts and accessories from time to time. Sometimes it leads to building up a new bike.

Mrs. Pondero and I were out organizing the garage recently. Actually, she was organizing and I was mostly standing around looking at stuff wondering where it all came from. Occasionally, I’d exclaim, “There it is!”

You know how it is. After awhile, you stumble across a few select loose bicycle parts laying around, and your mind begins to see a complete bicycle taking shape. You can see how everything fits together perfectly. You can visualize the final product.  Its glorious and it only needs a key select part here and there to make it a reality. It won’t even be all that expensive because, hey, you’ve already got a great head start right out of your parts bin!

So now that you understand where I’m coming from on this year’s project bike, and since I’ve made such quick progress, I’d like to go ahead and show you where I am on my project so far…

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As my father-in-law used to say, “All I have to do…is finish up!”

Pondero’s Day Off


Warning – Photo heavy post.

It felt a little like playing hooky. There are plenty of things that should be done at work, and I’m probably behind on several of them. But I’ve been looking for a convenient opportunity to take off on a Friday for a non-camping overnighter. One-by-one the multiple appointments on my calendar for Friday disappeared. It looked like an opportunity to me. So I packed up a saddlebag on Thursday evening, and made arrangements with Mrs. Pondero to meet me for a late lunch in Lindsay, Texas.


For me, a mini-tour like this, in a Texas August, means virtually all miles are before lunch. I was rolling by 6:15 am.


I had made reservations at an inexpensive hotel in Bowie, Texas for the night. So I was able to travel with fairly minimal (for me) gear. There are, however, many miles with NO services. I carried lots of water.


Several miles down the road, the sun finally rose out of the early morning haze. A classic Texas ranch land scene.


This one kept a close eye on me as a passed by. Perhaps I should have made this the first photo since I was riding through towns that were a part of the Chisholm Trail.


We don’t have what you’d call mountains in this part of north Texas, but we do have some rolling hills that offer occasional places to view distant horizons. I found later in my trip that this is even more true northwest of my house.


I spent a fair amount of time searching for ways to maximize time off of highways and spend time on low traffic roads like this paved one.


But most of my first day was spent on constantly rolling gravel roads.


I learned that gravel roads west of my house are rougher, rockier, and sandier that I’m used to riding. There were many places that I would have preferred to have higher volume tires than my 38mm Lierres.


All morning long…


This late in the summer, and this far west, I don’t expect to find streams with flowing water. The few I find are flowing under bridges.


In this case, however, I actually was so far away from any populated area the stream flowed right across the road.  Very strange for me.


I didn’t get out much after riding in to Bowie and having a wonderfully satisfying burger for lunch. I showered, cooled off, and made good use of my hotel room while the sun blazed through the afternoon. I took a few minutes to think about not being at work. A little before sundown, I went out and rode through town a little, but didn’t get any particularly interesting photos.

The Longhorn Cafe is locally famous, and I can see why. My cheese and bacon omelet was fantastic, the staff was friendly, and the tab was surprisingly small.  The coffee was serviceable.


It was another early start, but it didn’t take long to get into the rollers.


There were hundreds of old homesteads, barns, and handsome farm/ranch homes along my tour route. I photographed only a few. This old tractor caught my eye and made me turnaround and snap a through-gate shot.


Lots and lots of this.


It was a beautiful morning, it wasn’t too hot yet, and it seemed time for a little cockpit image whimsy. Don’t you wish you were there?


Montague County Courthouse. When I first moved up to north Texas, I learned that the locals pronounce “Montague” with only two syllables… (mon – tayg’)


Up and down…


…wind around. I got into a rhythm of using only my front derailleur. Big ring for downhills and middle ring for uphills…repeat until done.

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There were more paved roads on the second day, and less climbing. I was traveling mostly east and gradually losing a little elevation.


Saint Jo is a charming little town. There appears to be a certain pride here and the square was beginning to fill up with a farmers market when I arrived.


No action at the local custom boot maker as yet.


But plenty of action at the coffee shop where I paused for some refreshment.


I took my iced coffee and muffin to the park in the middle of the town square. I enjoyed the shade, breeze, and general goings on.


Ah, here’s one of those old houses that has seen better days. Just off the frame was a gigantic bovine laying in the shade…couldn’t be bothered.


Much of the day was on roads exposed fully to the sun.


So when I’d pass through a small town crossroads (this one is Myra, Texas), I use the shade as a good excuse to check the cue sheet again.

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My tour ended at the Lindsay city park only 0.4 miles from Dieter Brothers Restaurant. I arrived in time to cool off, stretch my legs, and reflect back on my great fortune to get away for this mini-tour before meeting Mrs. Pondero for an outstanding BBQ lunch.

IMG_0136After lunch we brought the noble A. Homer Hilsen home. Best bike ever. He had just successfully completed a two-day rural road mini-tour (58 miles on Friday, and 55 miles on Saturday) in the middle of a blazing Texas summer. I think he was tired.

Just a Few Details


A small single-prop airplane, purring like a kitten, sneaks up behind me in the dark.


Tiny pebbles, tossed by knobby tires, land on the brim of my straw hat, rolling and rattling like pool table balls in a track from the pocket to the gathering end.


Other pebbles, tossed into my sandals, gather there until I tilt my foot, flap my heel, and pour them out like gravel out of a dump truck bed.


Like a diligent bartender shining shot glasses, I wipe the gravel dust off the inside of my enamel mug with a bandanna.


Sitting at the picnic table sipping freshly-brewed coffee, remembering the good times like a lonely old man in a rural diner.


Beads of sweat accumulate on the back of my wrists, and sparkle like dew drops on early morning grass.


The back half of the side slit in my MUSA shorts flaps in the breeze like a friendly wave.