Sunday, December 31, 2006

See & Be Seen in 2007

"LIGHT THE BIKE. SEE THE BIKE" Portland, Oregon.

I walked by this sign while another bike rider was putting his bike on the bus. This is an ad campaign for this public awareness campaign on getting bike riders to use lights on their bikes. They kicked off the educational festivities with an awareness parade(a night ride) for riders. Riders without lights quickly improvised lights; taping flashlights to their bikes.


This message is simple.

All you stealth night riders who see but are not seen.
All you invisible riders who blink-but-don't-look-out for other motorists!
All you "Lost my light. It got stolen" riders.


Get a light on your bike! (so we can see you)

Suggestions:

The new LED lights are the best option. They run on little batteries, packable and sometimes even rechargeable. Back red light and headlight for a minimum.



****These hyperlinks can be linked from this page:Trimet Portland, See and Be Seen Campaign, MetroTransit Twin Cities, LED project

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Oregon & Happy New Years

This is Willie the puppy
Van Reflections!
Spent the Holidays in Oregon. I snapped one of my reflection on the tinted van widows. The lens is my mouth in this photo. The sky here is gorgeous; this photo does it no justice.

So now you see how most of my photos posted here in this blog all start.

Happy New Year
Please visit all my links!
2007 will be a great year .





Sunday, December 03, 2006

Ginger Bread Boi

__________Dooooooh!


Worlds biggest Ginger Bread house as the MOA.

The elfs were life like and busy in mechanical silence. I could just smell candy. The shingles on this 3 story home are impresive; baked ginger bread wafers with a curved edge. The snow around the dormers did not fool me. I had my down jacket in my hands.



Friday, December 01, 2006

Stencils are Islands

__Ferry: La Pointe - Bayfield, Wisconson


Connected Islands

Madeleine Island is connected by a Ferry. In the winter it is often connected by ice. Cars are allowed to cross the miles that seperate it from the mainland. I have seen photos of this. I would be a bit scared crossing in my car. I would like to see it frozen over. I guess this last year it did not freeze entirely

USE HAND RAIL

A good stencil design will hold each letter to the page without the need to drop in parts.

A great example is cutting the letter "O" for a stencil where the inside oval must stay connected to the page. No one likes hunting for the floating piece to hand place upon painting. A good stencil connects the center circle of the "O" to the page which makes it appear, from a distance, like it floats alone at the center.


A good island understands that it could be the loneliest place on earth and be OK ; I know many islanders that might prefer that. Only islands can have certain things others cannot; like lemurs and Do0do0 birds. Like that stencil with the floating parts that you have to hand place the inside to paint. They often get lost.

A few islands where I would like to get lost:
1. Galapagos
2. Azores
3. Hawaii
4. Fiji
5. Iceland

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Sushi Pyramid

_ turkey dog sushi rolls on Madeleine Islands

Had an incredible Thanksgiving with some new friends. Slept with the stars every night. Attempted to swim in Superior but without gloves or a hood proved impossibly cold. The Turkey Dan fired in his new BBQ was super good. The trick is to have a drip pan and add new charcoal slowly.

We shared stories, food and putting logs on the fire. A wood fired sauna filled the day after Thanksgiving with sweat-equity. The stars broke early and the moon was a crescent in the sky. We were in bed by 9 and up by 6. Early to bed. Early to rise. Probably how the Pilgrims and Indians did it in their time.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Total F(bomb)-ing Blood

Tearing it up at the Chooglin CD release Party 7-street Entry Nov. 17th



I enjoyed the tunes. Full sound. Lots of sound. Loads of full sound. Did not have my ear plugs. I was reminded the next ear-ringing day. Missed the opening act but caught the next two, bass and drum, bands. I'm trying my best not to name drop.

I like Chooglin. They are so tight. Almost too tight. Then the horns of Eleganza, who accompany the band, include: Bass trombone, trombone and trumpet. Aaah. So nice. Not just a bunch of hot air. Punk shouldn't be perfect or over the top. The icing here was just too perfect.


Saturday, November 11, 2006

Envelope


__****____*******
. . . .________USA

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Ride On!

_Homey fixing his wheel in Mendota Heights


I was riding down the last major hill and into the caged skyways that border the Southern edge of I-494.

I see this biker carrying his bike. A see another bicyclist ride by him. I keep going and look back through the chain link fence d bike path. He is looking at me pumping his flat tire in the air. I pull up ahead and meet him on the trail. I think his name was Flea. If it wasn't he sure looked like him. He says, " Isn't riding great!"

Yeah. Riding is great. His phone rings and he answers explaining that he's got things under control.

"Oh man, I don't want to make you late. I don't want to get you fired."

This is the best excuse I have all year for being late.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

3 Favorite MODES--Ride the change.

_____choose_____0-0__your___(_)__favorite___O-0-O-0___mode_____

Possessed by the weather and how it dictates our mode of transportation?

Walking is always a part of it. Where eva we go we got to walk. Unless you are bound by a chair and then you roll all day. Or if you just happen to own a Segway. I wear roll-on man!

Tonight's full moon delivered the light I needed for a nite ride . I have plans like most weeks; spend the most time possible on my bike-- Bike mode, bike mind.

Winter requires a bit more riding gear: booties, rain gear, tights, long underware, socks, fenders, warm gloves, ear protection, coveralls. Today was the warm autumn blues. I looked at the weather and see 3 solid day of dry riding and then some slop.

Bike mind keeps me on my gear needs.

Ride, walk and try to drive as much as I need.
Try to remember how nice it is to ride my bike.
Ride to the change I want to see.



Thursday, November 02, 2006

Only try this at HOME!

Halloween and the Pumpkin patch

All Saints day passes. We put ourselves at pace with the curing of autumn. When steps turn frozen. And all takes a taste of these crisp cool morings. Our day light savings makes us saving our mornings for a time to be with light because by the time we get home it is gone. And we light ourselves.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Steve Poltz @ the NOMAD

_no more chasing waterFALLS


Nother great show from Steve Poltz at the Nomad in Minneapolis. I enjoyed his new song "Street Fighter Face." It should be on his new album out in a few months. If all goes well maybe he will tour again. First stop -- Abu Ghraib.

I guess his last tour he did not sing any Rug Burn songs but last night he did. The Childs Story played from his iPod was a hit. I was actually frightened by his gestures. The story was about a boy with a hook as a hand and how he learns to use scissors with it and then saves all these kids stuck in a dungeon by this creepy dude who sewed all the kids to the wall. Something like that anyways. OOoh. The sound he made for the sewing machine. Eerie.

And the song he wrote with Jewel --You Were Meant for Me -- that he extended and told the David Cassidy --- Las Vegas -- Write me a Hit Poltz !! Story. I laughed. The place was in tears. My friend turns to me, " I don't think he is ever bored." I agreed. Thanks Steve. You always keep it real!




Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Agua Potable

___ USA II Mexico Border issues


Remember when this was the only packaged water you would see. Culligan man would deliver the jugs of water for your dispensor. Now they sell water in vending machines. Fountains are old fashioned. Or how about the 9 oz guzzlers in 24 packs; wrapped in clear plastic in a cardboard box. Designer water right? It may say "Spring Water" when actually the water is carbon filtered, UV treated all before it goes through a reverse osmosis. This water has a degree! It tastes like water. Clean, potable water.

What the point in taking all the minerals and organic materials out of the water? I like the well water I pumped this last weekend on Cedar lake. The water had a orange tinge to it and tasted of heavy minerals like iron. This is water too! It may not taste like real store water but then again it just came straight from the ground. You could call it naked water.

Water without a name or package.


When you were born did your parents already have a name for you?

After all you are more than 75% water.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Packing the PUNCH - 2

_ Sticker on pLAstic 55 gallON trash CAN


10 quick reasons why riding your bike on a Sunny Autumn day RULES!!!

10. Cool wind in the hair

9. Riding through dry leafs

8. Greeting people racking colorful leafs

7. Startling squirels along the way

6. Stopping and talking to people bagging leafs in orange plastic bags with pumpkin prints

5. Sounds of leafs falling and flying

4. Crushed leaf colors on the road

3. No sweat

2. Muscles are cool

1. Full circle back and relax

Friday, October 13, 2006

MYTH

___video control center

Calling all Suburban hipsters!! Out in Maplewood ( Suburb north of St. Paul) is a super sleek club that is 18 + up. Called "MYTH." You can see in from the 694 - White Bear lake Exit. They open real late and card you even if you are bald. I gave the man my ID. I watched him handle the sheep ahead of me in line. With a marker in his hand he gave me back my id and then proceeded to write a large black letter "C" on my right hand. I could smell it. Thinking in that little robot voice in my head, "t h a t i s n e v e r c o m i n g o f f ." I really wanted the Star of David. His evil twin followed close behind putting wrist bands on those with the letter C. I asked him what the permanent blackmarker letter "C" on my hand was for. "So you can Drink?" He replied. My response, "Oh. I See. You can drink. How did YOU know?" Inside the club are sleek lines, open spaces, and everything is very dimly lit with a massive dance floor. Two aluminum boxes held 2 dancers and the dj table lay between them. Needless to say we danced till the wee hours and had a blast.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Not "ickeys" it's "Mickeys!"

Dj Saeed is in the house visiting from LA. Stopped for some late night eats. Not bad actually. The bread for my burger was perfectly toasted. The coffee poured frequently warming my cup. A group of Goth's entered and sat behind us. The Wild (MN Hockey) were up on a small color TV.



Wednesday, October 04, 2006

CALEXICO - FINE LINE

LITTLE JACK HORNER



Monday, September 25, 2006

Madeline Islands

_my foot & foot print on the sandy beaches of Superior!

It was a rainy weekend on the Island Oasis. This place is still gorgeous with or without the rain. I like the wave sounds. The storms make better wave sounds; they are bolder and carry more vibrato. The rain too has patterns of hushed coolness; like a brush on a high hat. The Basswood cabin with a wood stove, friends with board games and what you have is a hooting good time. The cabin saved the day.


Thanks Molly, Renee, Hillary, Aaron and Lee for making the place all that more special. Sharing meals, Trivial Pursuits and a championship Twister matches makes for a good time. That Polish was really good for my cough too!

An apple a day keeps the doctor away.


Friday, September 15, 2006

Bubbles

Jenna u fill space eligantly

BUBBLES
Opening ReceptionSeptember 15th – 6 to 10PM
Join us to celebrate the opening of this responsive inflatable environment.
Music and sax with John Juster (housegrown/ respect music)
This event takes place during the kick-off of Art Crawl. Bicycles will be available at M&A on loan (with picture id) so that you can pedal around Silver Lake, Echo Park, and Los Feliz to see what's on at the other galleries.
This interactive installation is a spatially adaptable pneumatic environment at an urban scale. The installation consists of large air-bags or "bubbles" that inflate and deflate in reaction to the visitors coming to the site.
For more information and to see the installation near completion, visit: ibubbles.blogspot.com or www.emanate.org.
Bubbles was created by Foxlin (Michael Fox and Juintow Lin) and NONDesigns (Miao Miao and Scott Franklin) and Brand Name Label (Gabriel Renz), with Axel kilian and Darius Miller.
Many thanks to our sponsors : the Annenberg Foundation, the Pasadena Art Alliance, Fountainhead, Dazian Fabrics, M&K Metal Company, and Furniture Technologies Inc

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Punch Prints

_chalk stencil print CHALK STOMPERZ by Crayola (thanks LISA)



The rain came and soaked things a bit today.
Made for a very misty day here in the Twin Cities
Had a chance to print some new chalk stencils with these chalk pads from Crayola.
This print is actually on the bottom of a canoe illuminated by a bike light.



I like the chalk. It smells less than a spray can. The stencil takes much less of a beating with chalk so essentially you get much more out of your stencil. These print are temporary; the rain and wind erase these prints. A sporty step of a sole and you can add a gaussian effect to your print.


_____wet power poles seemed to produce the best prints for my stencils.

My stencils are printed card stocks(like old flyers) that I cover with clear tape for added strength. I then sketch a design and cut.









Thursday, September 07, 2006

Cycle of Right

_photo from an Intermedia Art show in Minneapolis

I figured something out. Maybe I have before but tonight made it right again.
Riding tonight on a bike. The moon. The moon was so huge. So round and white minus the golden haze in the air. Warm and dry. And everyone is leaving their classrooms. Tonight was comfort.

Rolling on through and I figured that I may and will be back here again; on yet another night just like tonight. With the full moon rising and rolling on through on a bike with friends. I would hope more might stop to know. There will be more.

Nights like tonight. I got the cycle right. Had just the right amount and enough to know.
Nights like tonight make it all right.


Saturday, September 02, 2006

Monday, August 28, 2006

5 Shirts for $11

G-oa- T


I had threatened a wet Afton Alps earlier in the week
While I spray painted these Tee's Thursday night in my garage; the rain came down hard
The water could not stop "Los Chivos"
To find that our whole Team rode old GT's

Viva Los Chivos
Viva Los Zeros
Viva los Heros
At least we placed

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Los Chivos Anchor Man

24 Afton - Save Twhales

Beautiful time on Afton Mt. with team Party Dots and Team Los Chivos.

All the proceeds from this ride go to MORC. Thank you everyone who supported the riders.

I think their T-shirt says it the best, "Shut-Up and Ride."

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

The Arboretum of University of Minnesota



Arboretum UMN

If you are dying to know the scientific names of your garden herbs I suggest you take a visit to Chaska. Easy to get to and close by coolness measures. Head down the 494 west out of the cities and take the 5. Right past the 41 you will see the sign a mile up on the right. Plus ++++
Lot's of them. Thursdays are free!! Well as free as it is to get your car there; not that biking there is an impossiblity.

Thursdays cost nothing otherwise it's $7 a person. Highlights include the Japanese Garden, the Eye pod - NO plugs or batteries required. The Bog walk is fun. Follow the wood chip trail around the lake and look for the wood pathway. Did not see the SWAMP THING but knew he was out there. (Or is he a SHE?)

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Walker Sky Frame

*Artist James Turrell



Not sure the name but I do know that this will be the coolest place to hang out once the new Sculpture Garden is complete behind the Walker. This will only be after the Old Guthrie is long gone to some sort of wasteside, carpeted in grass and laid to permanent rest with epitaphs of new sculptures.

Careful as you enter here. YOU SEE THIS SKY AT A PRICE. YOU ARE BEING MONITORED.
Please enter with grace and leave with some framed sense of space.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Leonard Cohen

Leonard Cohen
I'm Your Man

Leonard tells his tale as others play his his music at a festival in Australia. Rufus plays Piano and sings "Alleluia." It's a shocking look at the life of a poet. Trials, families, divorce, Zen, and stories of Krishna all while talking of touring again as the drink goes on.

This is his final act with U2 backing him up on a darkly lit red velvet stage.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Here they Go!!

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Two Wheel View is leaving on another bicycle adventure next week with six students to Catalonia Spain/France... thanks in part to your fundraising efforts and support of Two Wheel View.

A total of 6 students ages 14 -19 years old will take this journey throug
h Spain. It is exciting to be part of this Cycling Adventure. I love that youth will understand now how great it is to pack light, get on your bike and ride with the pace of life.

You have much to look forward to: cookie breaks in the mountains of Toulouse to the Beaches of Perpignin, Spain. (click here for Mapquest note- zoom out one step till you see the Mediterranean)

Sunday, June 18, 2006

CAR FREE- A journey of leaving the car Behind

Our world has a great love for the automobile. It is afterall, an invention of human hands and burning mind.
But as we take our time away from this 4 wheeled transport machine by choosing other means of personal transportation to get around; namely those means that require increasing our heartrate- Bipedal Locomotion. And for awhile you were a "Loco-in-motion" if seen walking. We forget our not so distant past. Our forging ahead across the savanna like our ancestors in the African Savanna millions of years ago.

This requires a certain focus away from the usual trodden paths of oil slicks and pandemoneous road-rage. OH. At this time you join this young journey and slowly become transformed into a different sort of man. Tromping on this mother earth with your ever lighter path. It takes real heart to get hear. Even more to focus on life without your car.


Awake the heart. It 's what keeps you going really isn't it?

Friday, May 12, 2006

Friday, April 14, 2006

1ST Annual Adult Bike Fundraiser
















**markered by Tasha

The Road fromThe Salta Airport is Dirty. It was my first taste of
what the road was like. I had over 12 hours in flight from a night over in Miami getting my Passport that had expired. It was a bummer to have to get burnt on a Miami beach waiting for my passport to be ready. My skin was rosey. I left the posse for a bit but I was super determined to meet up with them in Cobra Coral, Argentina.

I was dumped at the Libertad super market to get some bike tools that were lost. I had my bike in a cart covered in plastic wrap. They were not to excited about that. Security told me that I would have to check my cart. Ok. Almost bought a helmet but honestly they did not fit.
Setting up my bike in their parking lot I noticed many curious faces. "What's white boy doing with a stripped down bike, pannier bags and tent doing in this lot?"

Needless to say I left with a bike full of hope rolling like a local with a San Diego cap.

SALTA _)0-0(_Col. Moldes

Many Tobacco fields and tobacco fiels. It was early afternoon so there was a good amount of traffic. I found a store that sold cookies and bought a few bags for the road. A storm was brewing out of the south. The road was easy and paved; mostly straight with some good coasting hills.

I kept asking people on the road. "Han visto otro Gringos en bici's?" My cap flew off right past some road workers in orange coats and weed wackers. They asked me if I was with a group of riders. "Yes," I told them. They are just a few hours ahead of you.
I kept riding knowing this storm was coming. I was too.

I made it to Col Moldes at dusk. I asked again around about the others and was told that they were here. The storm cracked and the first drips came down on my bike helmet with headlamp. I scared an old shop keeper. My headlamp I guess. I bought a 1/2 kilo of ribs and a few cans of Quilmes. Coming down into the resevior my eye glasses drenched, the light melting into lines. I came to a dark fork and stopped. Right then a lady passed me on a bike and I asked her "Donde esta camping" She pointed towards the fork.

I heard a group of people talking funny. We ate meat and I'm sorry Maria for stealing the birthday limelight. You too Kurt. We met another Argentinian who had just gotten back from biking Cachi on his Phoenix bike. He scared me when he showed me a large dagger he strapped off his back rack or water bottles on his front shocks. "For protection," he tells me. My first experience with an Argentinian gear head.

Col. Moldes__)0-0(____________________Alemania

We bounced out of soggy tent. Remembering a the horse that came grazing later that night and his face silhouette on the tent during the night. I realized in a big way that I was into this ride now. Bikes ready and coffee around the house. Our circle was slow to start but we got off to Col. Moldes no problem; stopping shortly to get provisions for our short ride south.

Ever seen a cactus growing out of a tree? Tobacco fields and parks with wooden wheels? The cookie breaks were an hourly communion along with long sips from our bottles. Our lunches were improvised sandwich artistry; sauge, queso, nice bread, a tomatoe and often avocados.
We had a few climbs before our drop into this pinched off valley. Two rivers meet: one chocolate brown and the other clear stream water.

Two old steel rail bridges cross these rivers making a path for a group of nine to roll into town past the old Station on down near the shore of the clear river where I immediately bathed.
We set up camp and the camp stoves roared. We had a nice fire now and the stars. The stars were so different. I saw Orion and the white belt of the Milky Way. The Southern Cross was hiding now or I did not see it.

Alemania ___) 0-0 (______________ Yasera

I could smell the dirt being rustled by a small dog. All the dogs were small here. Right now, pushing tent into bag, was when I really remembered the few hours my Minnesota back spent on the Miami Beach waves without sunscreen. Cowboy coffee poured with oatmeal, raisins and the mix. The grass here in this valley was green and tight. My toes loved them. My sunburn sucked. I wasnt' the only one burnt. Gary suggested Ibuprophen and I was ok. Brick water towers and the Train Station artesania stop.

This ride was HOT. The sun was wicked but the terrain changed. Now we entered an eire desert where the wind flew free. The water went quick. Crossing the dirty river, we stopped under a spine tree and adobe home with true canahueca and mud roof. Hemos pedido, " Cerveza and Fanta." A bit more riding to through the Sundance kid world where gauchos roamed and the llama held there own. Gargantia de Diablo or Mouth of the Devil was a large sandstone canyon full of fossils and foot prints.

We had to stop ahead to meet the local shop owner in Santa Barbara. More cookies. We arrived in Yasera early afternoon, the sun was beginning to shade us. We sat between two high ridges with the brown river coursing next to us. Our camp was in a wash of sand. Tents spots chosen. Rick and Kurt bathing in chocolate milk easing the days sweat. I think everyone was feeling a bit weak from all the days sun. i tooled around the rivrs edge in my thongs. The water was so silty that there was sandy stretches for feet prints. Found a rope and made a miniature river surfer. It could of been me.

Pasta , polenta, some box wine opened and the fire began. We all took to singing around the fire; toons we all were familiar with- Jim Croce? Maria and Kim seemed to carry the tunes. We made plans to rise early. The Southern Cross was spotted. "Lee! The Southern Cross." 4,3,2,1

Yasera ____) 0-0 (___________Cafayette

We slept on the edge of a storm. Clouds would cover, then scatter and I kept saying,"It's goin' Rain." My face was dried by a film of fine silt. Blowing a few stones from my nose, I rose and stretched. I was still surfing 12 hours later on a wood board in the chocolate river. Lee slept on his camelbag. Suprised to find his thermarest and tent wet, wet. I washed my face. It was me.
We were out at (:30. Met a man with no teeth selling local pottery on a rock table. He lit up right when two lamas came out of the canyon with maybe his grandson. He took no notice. He showed me the strips of white clay on the hillsides that of which his ceramics were made.
We ditched some trash in a city bin off the road. The red hills now where beginning to fade into a green valley. The wind was at our back making it through fast. Our next real stop was with Nick filling water bottles. Assorted Cookies. Then vineyards by Noon.

____Cafayette

We filled a local plaza resturant taking a row of tables in the street. Cafayette is a beautiful colonial town surrounded by vineyards. A local Police man instructed me to move a few bikes that were sticking out. I moved two bike back off the street. Fanta and beer and empanadas. Cheese, and carne and chicken empanadas. Some of our group stayed in Hostels while the most of us camped outside of town. "3 Pesos a night." "Beef not bombs." So the Guy says. Hey. Hot showers powered by a wood fed ovens in the back. We did our laundry; by hand in a concrete wash basin.

I could feel the intensity in everyone. INTERNET> YES!!! Dinner at 8-ish. Torrentes and Malbec, the white and red wine of this region. The blue cheese Pizza. The Pizza was blue! And you choose-your-salad option. Beets and Pineapple with olives and etc. Went to some random hacienda style bar later where a Bolivian Band was playing chirango, guitar, drums, and a flute. Introduced myself to the drummer after a set, thanking him for rockin the house. Threw in a few too many Quechua words and the coca chewing drummer reared back. I walked back to our back corner table. "Rockoo Guitara" means "hard rock?"

Cafayette

Had a day to rest. I sure took it easy. Did not sleep much after swatting mosquitos all night. My tent mate, Maria, had small pink mosquito tatoos all over. Ate breakfast then took a nap then didn't reall like breakfast so much. I realized one of my ankles was swollen. I figured I would go soak my foot in the pool but was only half way full. I went walking in my thongs on the hot pavement through vineyards. Found the irrigation ditch full of cold mountain water. I soaked my feet and fed the fish. The sun shined the whole day.

Went to lunch. Shopped a bit and had coffee with Rick. We had planned for a potluck. A Danish couple with their daughter were also staying in the campground and we earlier had invited them. Later a Swede arrived on a LiteSpeed bike. I went with Phil and invited him to our potluck. He was overjoyed having been swamped by a Middle school group.

Our conversations included: wine, Argentina, grade school, bike transportation vouchers in Europe, a 3 month vacation designed for couples to spend time with their child before the childs 4th birthday and biking. This barbeque was one our our bests. The Danish couple made a beet salad with brocolli. The Swede had a contagious laugh. I felt healthy again. I slept in a sealed tent peacefully.

Cafayette_____) 0-0 (_____Quilmes

We all met in the plaza that morning. Bikes were packed, bottles full of water. I think everyone was feeling rested. The sun was out as cruised through vineyard after vineyard. Even past a new vineyard where the land was freshly cleared. Wood posts with stretched wires holding the vines. This is where my first flats started. We got to the washboard dirt road that lead to the western edge of the valley and the Rock Hotel at Quilmes. We took our rooms and made it to the fresh water pool. The ruins here had been reconstructed within the last 50 years. They were still impressive plots. I could see how these Native people lived with their lama.

Breakfast the next day was the typical bread and cafe con leche. The museum there exibited local pottery and tools. A mock representation showed how Quilmes looked 500 years ago; rock walls with cactus wood shacks. Again we hit the dirt but it was all downhill. Tires got flat and fixed, flat and fixed.

Quilmes______________________) 0-0 (_________Observatorio
Rode up to Amaicha and ate lunch in front of Artist Cruz's Pacha Mama Museum. Beautiful Gaudy style sculpture, stone and metal. Our typical free-for-all sandwich lunches. Maria shaving at a gas station. Lovely. Some guy selling sandwich bags of coca, telling us that its the best thing for our climb. And climb we did. We






























made it into the cooler air of the eastern valley. Below was the town Santa Maria. Our guide greeted us at the gate. Small cabins and a small white dome observatory. Ever seen a large, fury tarantula- Kurt? We were shown the intricacies of proper bombilla placement and how to say "No more" while Mate drinking. If you say "Si" when offered then the next time the gourd goes around you get passed.

We found our bunks breaking into 3 groups according to age: 20, 30, 30+. Probably not intentional. Took a hike up the eastern side and witnesses their destroyed water tank from some recent rains. Then we went to more ruins. Ceramic shards everywhere. The spirits were at peace here. These Natives put their ancestors in ceramic vases and stored them for inspiration and heritage. They were a peaceful group but warred often with the Quilmes Indians to the immediate west. It was the Spanish Conquistadors that signaled their extinction.

I did my best to translate a fair amount of what was going on. Lots of these words or expressions I hate to translate as they live better in their own language. Our guide was more like a scientist-school teacher/astral traveler with a quasi spiritual bend. His wife had prepared us dinner that night: chicken and rice. Had a great talk with Maria about our religious upbringing. Some viewed the rings of Saturn that cloudy night. I rolled around in my top bunk slamming the wall for the snore-people to roll over.

Observatorio__________________________________) 0-0 (____Mollar

We rose to many flat tires. Hauled our gear down the dirt road to the main road. Nick was struggling with two flats. We hit the road to the summit in stride. Our lunch today at a small chapel off the road. We had some wine at lunch with our cheese and broken saltine crackers. The ride up became a crank-fest. My bottom bracket squeeled. My lungs started burning as we neared 10k ft. Hoo hoo. At the top we found such peace. Lama chilled in the mountain air. The town of Tafi below us lay near a large lake. Clouds hugged the hills looking like a shawl on a shoulder.

The ride down was fast. The gauchos were in full force as were the feeding Mustangs on the side of the road. We made it to Tafi and made our meal purchases for the following day. I bought some super tasty rolls and pastries. We stopped for a beer and swallowed the sun. Continuing on to Mollar the day cooled off as fog ripped right through us. Some showered. Tents on nice soft green grass. The FOOTPRINT of my Tent. What about the Footprint? We had a dining shed to ourselves tonight. Rolled into town with Gary to get some bottled beer. Spoke with the butcher for a good 1/2hr. He was asking about the city that went underwater. "OH, New Orleans." He was shocked that this would happen in Estados Unidos. I took my hand written receipt for 12 pesos on the return for those bottles.

El Mollar____________________________________) 0-0 (_Tucuman- Yerba Buena

Woke up, tents down, everything was in Auto now. Familiarized with our day to day packing the pannier bags, filling the water and taking care of some paperwork. I returned the bottles gladly showing the Meat man his receipt; that he actually took from me. We were excited to be doing more downhill. The cold morning air slowly thinkened and warmed as we descended. We stopped at a few Artesania shops along the way. This is the place to do it; along the green stretches where the loud river flows. One shop keeper gave us treats as we bought so many things: gourds, blankets and rugs, tshirts.

The road was full of recently cleared mud slides; large trucks chugging up these steep and narrow grades. We weaved in and out stopping again for Acor Assorted cookies. I believe Kim bought stock. Brown sugar blocks entered this refueling session. Phil got excited about "El fin del Mundo." We cooked down the mountain into sugar cane fields. Stopping briefly at a fork and taking off some layers. The road congests with loud and dirty farm trucks. We make good times eating lunch in Archeral on the Plaza. Street kids just asking for money. Maria shows him a magic trick. The reappearing coin. Fanta and Beer. Again. Nick says it's the real orange flavor that makes Fanta so good. We all roll, agreeing with the nod. After milanesa, I rolled around the plaza once, twice with the local moped kids. Victory lap and we were off to the last diesel sucking stage into the Suburb of Tucuman. Picked up a bit of single track; proved to be better then the rutted shoulder where we rolled.

Started into a nicer neighborhood with nice large homes. Stayed in a hostel in the town of Yerba Buena. Commerce increases when the sun goes down in the hot sleepy suburb of Tucuman. We went to Pizza and then an art opening. Kurt bought a painting? A jam band played, base and guitar. We sat and watched a few long rolling songs. Nick and Kim took the hammocks as the kids rocked out next door all night. Forgot to mention we are still in Argentina.

The next day Phil and I took a ride without our packs. We went up to the foothills and looked down on the city. We noticed quite a few other bikers that morning. And they were all women? The ride down was fast and free. Today our bikes got taken apart and packaged. Dude. You're doing it wrong! Some went to the city of Tucuman while others hung out around town. I was only here a few days and I really liked Tucuman. A tourism related organization had a parrillada for us (2WV) at their cultural center. The had some nice hand made items in their gift shop. I have never seen giant bamboo like they have growing there in the back. After our meat-fest a guitar was given to a local EMO rocker. He sang with heartfelt conviction.

We sat around a bon-fire and shared songs. The Argentinians love folk music. It's part of their culture: ex. Sosa. She is a famous career folk singer. It was good to actually hang out with local people. Share some tunes and good times. It got amusing after Kurt told me I looked pregnant. Laughed so loud he fell over and snapped his plastic chair. The Argentinians didn't even stop the song, flinch or miss the beat. I loved that. Life goes on.

This was such a fun vacation. I refrain from saying vacation because it really was more like a trip. The people and fields, animals and rivers, meals, Bbqs', tents and packing... Getting to know a diverse group of individuals and inspiring lifelong friendships. I want to thank everyone who helped make this trip happen. Thanks. And thank you to everyone who took this adventure cycling trip with Two Wheel View.

-Koa Rosa

************Next trips are in July, Catalonia Spain, and then Dominican Republic in November. Most pictures taken by Kurtis. Thanks again!