Gone Fishin'


I'm not actively blogging here anymore. But if you got here because you were searching for something about bikes, you might want to check out my latest project, Vermont Goldsprints. In summer of 2014, I bought a used goldsprints racing setup and have made it a mission to get more bikes in more people's faces by putting on fun races in unexpected places. Come join me!



There's been a bit of an inversion in town this week. The fog was pretty thick in the valley this morning and there is a nearly palpable smell. Diesel, woodsmoke, car exhaust, steam, all of it trapped under a layer of cold air up higher and squatting on the valley. Montana is a dumping ground for old clunker vehicles. There's no inspection required out here to register a vehicle (nor do you have to prove you have insurance in order to register). So Missoula is full of old cars belching exhaust that hasn't been seen since the 80's in most states. Old U.S. Forest Service LUV trucks, 1970 Lincoln Continentals, K-cars, Subarus death-rattling their way across town. They have it all here. No traffic initiative, no street reconfiguration is ever going to fix the pollution in this place. And forget about it if you ever get hit by one of these un-inspected, uninsured behemoths. I'm not sure why its like this, but I have a feeling it has something to do with the whole independent, psuedo-cowboy, crappy house and a huge plasma TV from BestBuy in the back of the pickup while the kids go to a substandard school and dream of leaving, attitude that so many in this place have. The desire to remain crappy, because somehow the freedom to be crappy, to be second-rate, is more important to people than breathing.