A dirty little bike touring blog. Mostly about bikepacking and rigid single speeds. By Montana Miller
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
"I can see a trail down there. We should turn around," says Colleen. We're 20 feet above the swamp, balancing our bikes on a railroad trestle that's being rebuilt as a bike bridge, but isn't quite done. It has some real janky boards to walk across, which makes me feel like we're some old timey … Continue reading Railroad Tracks and Raccoon Trails Across America: South Carolina
“I think I left your water bottle in the mini van, let me grab it,” Colleen says. It looks like someone filled the bottle with beer. She unscrews the top. Scrunches up her nose. “This is full.” She pauses and makes another face. Kinda the face you'd make if you'd just sniffed 24 ounces of … Continue reading Mystery Pee (and we’re riding cross country)
I drive west, down out of our little old mountains toward the big new mountains. Widows down, cooking through Indiana (not cooking as in going fast, cooking as in I'm cooking like a pig in a roasting pit, it's almost a 100 degrees outside, the Shark's engine is right next to my leg and 220, … Continue reading The Divide Finish
