“The universe is monstrously indifferent to the presence of man,” echoed through my mind in Herzog’s soft-spoken German rasp, and arguably nowhere on the planet is that more true than this sparse, desolate desert.
The state-of-the-art Elbphilharmonie concert hall may be the buzziest venue in Hamburg—but the city’s long musical history means there’s something for everyone, from the stately opera houses to gritty Beatles-era rock clubs.
Music surrounds Hamburg visitors from the first moment they step out of the Hauptbahnhof, the city’s main train station. Buskers serenade passers-by with the latest German pop songs and American rock classics. In the nearby Reeperbahn
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As I picked up speed gliding from powder stash to powder stash—go too slow and you’ll get mired in the knee-deep white—my legs burned from the effort and my lungs seared from the cold air and my hoots of joy.
Veins are popping out of Tim O’Donnell’s forehead, and the dreamy brown eyes that once melted the hearts of many a Cincinnati teenager in his youth now narrow into a frustrated squint. After spending hours trying to wire the two small LED lights into the split top tube of a customer’s city bike, the Shamrock Cycles owner couldn’t take any more. Snatching the light, he angrily winged it toward the wall of his 600-square-foot workshop. But instead of splintering into shards against the wall, O’Donnell heard an unsettling “tink!”.
The bike’s fork, freshly returned from the painter, sat in a vice more than 12 feet away. The tiny LED bulb chipped off a small piece of paint. For the perfectionist O’Donnell, that small flaw might as well as been a flashing neon sign.
“This is one of the most fun things I’ve ever done,” Tyler Noe giddily told his riding partner nearly two hours into his first bike ride since he was a kid. The weather was perfect, the scenery beautiful, the traffic thin. The two heard a honk, then an engine revving. Moments later, a black Volvo slammed into Noe. That instant felt like an eternity.
“I closed my eyes,” Noe, 24, said. “I didn’t know if I’d ever open them again.”
Despite the backwards actions of the state political leaders, Indianapolis is one of the most progressive cities in the entire Midwest. From the 162-acre solar farm bordering the Indianapolis International Airport to the electric car-sharing program slated to start this summer, the Circle City has an eye toward the future.
Over more than a decade of riding, I’ve broken practically anything and everything on my mountain bike at least once — spokes, seatposts, shocks, chains, and more. I even broke my collarbone after one embarrassing crash on a local trail. Through trial and error — mostly error — I’ve learned what to bring with me on a ride to survive mishaps both big and small. These are the items that I keep in my pack for shorter rides – say under 30 miles – and on a route where we’ll cross multiple trailhea...
I desperately try to hold Sally Marchand Collins’ wheel as the 4’10” firecracker rockets down Aynes Loop in Brown County State Park. Her tiny pistons are a blur as she bombs through the bermed corners, kicking back loose dust from the dry singletrack. I try to use my much more sizeable mass to catch up on the downhills, but she’s descending like the professional skills coach she is.