A bike touring blog. Mostly about bikepacking and single speeds. By Montana Miller
It's raining in Rotorua. Which is just fine, because we're happy and dry in a house. “You guys could probably jump on a trip today,” says our friend Dicky. The raft trips are quick, only 30 minutes or something down the Kaituna River. We went a couple years ago, and the river is gorgeous- blue … Continue reading Rotorua to Gisborne
I'm way behind on this as usual, but we're taking a few days off before our last couple weeks of riding, so I'm going to try to get caught up. Back in December: From Colville at the top of the Coromandal, we ride south to Whitianga. A vacation community with some houses attached to a … Continue reading Colville to Rotorua
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
A little black and tan chihuahua sprints flat out down the hillside. "Ahrahrahrah!" he yells at us. We're on a nice quiet road outside of Athens, Georgia. "Look at this little guy," I say. He keeps coming, hits the raised shoulder of the road with those tiny little legs, trips, plants his face in the … Continue reading Georgia
Dirt Cruise 