A dirty little bike touring blog. Mostly about bikepacking and rigid single speeds. By Montana Miller
The road is one of those impossibly steep ones, the kind where you'd shift a car into first gear to try to creep down, but it's still too steep so the by the time you're at the bottom the brake warbles and smells like shoes that were supposed to be drying by the campfire, but … Continue reading Auckland to Coromandal
This is the Big Boy. I like her very much. So first, why- in the last year I've been real taken with skateboarding. I couldn't imagine taking a winter off the board, but I still wanted to go bike touring. So I just needed to figure out a way to carry my skateboard on the … Continue reading The Big Boy
I'll get back to bike stuff next post. We're two weeks into touring around New Zealand, and writing about last winter's trip- man, it was so rough. Right now is much better. After my skateboard accident, my butthole was on the mend, the Rabbit was finally plated and legal, so we hit the road. Over … Continue reading The Last Part of Last Winter
https://www.instagram.com/p/BfMPsPPgsz9/?utm_source=ig_share_sheet&igshid=1o2j7ue0ndh7g I spin the Rabbit's little tires up the steep snowy driveway. We've invited ourselves over to Boss Hawg and Kas Hawg's house, who are our good friends and employers. They also happen to have the living room with the nicest view I've ever seen (no pictures, but it's tall pines, big rocky craggy mountains, … Continue reading The Rest of Last Winter Part Duex
A painfully long misadventure short, probably in two parts. Never did finish writing up last year's trip, things got real busy after we finally finished our wacky cross country odyssey and made it home to Pennsylvania. After we got back, I just didn't want to think about moving anymore. But right now I'm sitting in … Continue reading The Rest of Last Winter
We've just crossed the Alabama Florida line, and the 15th and 16th dogs that day run out of their yard to chase me, and I snap. "Arff arff arff arff arff!" they yell. “Fuck you fuck you fuck you!” I yell, and boot the closest dog in the head. Four really good, solid kicks, excellent … Continue reading Florida and Mississippi
We're in a Mexican restaurant that's playing twangy country music. New Year's Eve. It was a long day, not much above freezing and heavy rain and we had no choice but to ride 60 miles to get here, Ozark, Alabama, because it was the closest place with a motel. I look over the available beers- … Continue reading Alabama
