is right outside your back door. Well, OK, this particular lake was a little bit of a drive, but utterly deserted and totally wonderful. Tom and I have the car camping thing down to a science, man. Really. Within 20 minutes of making the decision to spend the night elsewhere, we'll have the truck totally packed with everything we need, including food, mattress and all manner of niceties, and will be backing out of the driveway. With 15 minutes of reaching our destination, we're unpacked, the bed is made, and I'm doing this:
in someplace like this:
On other fronts, we've got the tandem dialed in and rolling. Sometime last week or the week before, we met up with our friend Yeti -- who is all the name implies -- for a trip down in South Lake. We were originally going to go up Blue Lakes road, but about 1/4 mile into the ride Yeti's tire went pow!ppppthhhhhhhhssssssss, with a big ol' hole, and that was that.
We regrouped after a bicycle change, and instead went riding in the Minden/Gardnerville area of Nevada, and put the bike through its paces. Verdict? We are in love with this bike. It's a fucking dog on the long uphill, but downhill and on the flats it's a beast and motors like nothing else. On this ride, we were easily -- effortlessly! -- hitting 20-25 mph on the flat, and topped out at 38mph (no pedaling!) on one of the downhills.
I saw a lot of this: