Day 4 // In the fjord lands there aren't too many roads...

The man who ran the hotel in Kinsarvik was a mountain biker, but he understood cycling as a whole; the bliss of the journey, the enjoyment of pedaling, the thrill of speed. The biggest downfall to road cycling is the necessity of sharing the road with cars, but our hotelier had a solution. If we were to start our day with a ferry ride across the fjord, most of the day's journey would be on much smaller roads with m much less traffic. As always, little trumps local knowledge.

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Day 3 // We descended along a waterfall...

There are different kinds of good days on the bike. Some good days are just that, effortless excursions filled with vistas, friends and food. They blend together and while you can't pinpoint exactly what was so good about a certain one, you look back fondly and with a smile.

Day 3 was the other kind of good day; the kind that throws so much at you that your jaw hurts from dropping all day. The kind where new never ceases and limits seem infinite. The kind you can picture from beginning to end without hesitation or doubt.

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Endless Summer

Its technically fall, but you'd never know it here in California. The sun continues to shine strong, the optimism of warm weather has mostly kept the fog at bay. Warm mornings keep leading to warm nights, despite the dwindling hours of daylight that grace our skies.

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DAY 1 // We Left Oslo Under Stormy Skies...

I'm lucky to come from a family that sees the appeal of getting lost in a foreign land. We knew we were in for some hard miles and majestic scenery, but beyond that had no idea what to expect. Fortunately, the bicycle is the perfect vehicle with which to see the world - fast enough to cover enough ground but slow enough to engage with the surroundings. Traveling on two wheels affords the ability to interact with the landscape, the roads, the people, animals and scents. It gives a sense of small towns and large cities, busy byways and deserted backroads. It's freedom encapsulated, human powered and enjoyable every mile.

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A Month on the Roll

Over my few years of relatively decent travel, one of the countless things I've learned is that less is more. I remember dragging my ninety liter duffel bag, bike box and a backpack through the Milanese summer streets in agony. Why bring so much stuff if it will only cause me pain?

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You Could Say its Glorious

As we sit down to dinner at Pizzeria Delfina I say to Paul, "I love this place, the pizza is glorious." He smile and chuckles, remarking that frequency with which that word crosses my lips. It should come as no surprise though, its just the right word for a life full of stunning scenery, delicious food, close friends and family, and a lot of cycling.

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The Optimist's Kit by Sportful

Many rides in San Francisco, even in the summer, start out grey and misty. The temptation to stay in bed, or to roll out the door in a jacket, tights and winter mitts is understandable. But San Francisco favors the optimists, those who have faith that it can only get better.

In a world that turns from grey to sunny, and from damp and foggy to warm, it is key to find the perfect combination of clothes that will keep you warm and dry in the fog but won’t fill up and weigh down your pockets as soon as the sun shines its triumphant rays upon the world.  There’s no need to look any further than Sportful, who makes the perfect kit for the optimist.

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Varying States of Dreaming

I vaguely remember today's alarm going off - a weak beep helpless against the crushing force of a deep sleep following a long, yet not entirely taxing weak. Blankets, sheets, the bed itself formed a cocoon so seemingly unbreakable that the inevitable wake up seemed elusive for a moment. 

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The Dirt Chronicles Continue

The fourth of July may be about barbeques and beer but its also about the thread that runs through all of America; liberty. Liberty is well fueled by the three Bs of course (barbeques, beer and bikes) and what better place to indulge than the great outdoors. With a cabin in the family, Tahoe was undoubtedly the destination.

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