Boulder Report, Part Two
Dear cyclists, Welcome home.
Oh, good for you; you took off the brakes and shifters. I don’t think you get to say the F word unless it’s a real single speed, not just a bike that you don’t shift. (Seen on “the hill” near the Univ. of Colorado campus.)
Bike shop on Pearl Street.
It’s no secret that Boulder is a dream location for cyclists. The League of American Bicyclists named it one of America’s only platinum-rated cities. According on one map I saw, there are at least 15 bike shops in Boulder, a city of about 100,000 people and 25 square miles. My guess is that the only thing outnumbering bike shops are coffee shops.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get the chance to try out my winter-bike-handling skills. Even though we drove here, it’s a working vacation for me, so I left the Felt at home and brought my computer, instead. (It also means that while the Mr. skis today, I will put in a full day at the office.) But we have done an afternoon hike and a few drives that showcased some of Boulder’s more notorious climbs into the foothills, many with persistent grades of 12-14%.
One of the interesting factoids I read about Boulder regards the way they build their mountain roads. There’s a wide shoulder on the ascending lane, mainly put there for cyclists. They left it off on the way down, since bikes can easily break the speed limit. And where Baseline Road flies off the mountain and back into town, cyclists are directed by signs and road markings to take up the whole lane.
Yesterday, when we were driving around looking at apartments, someone in a full, Garmin-Chipotle kit on a mountain bike rode by. It was the original orange and blue uniform, helmet and all. I thought to myself, “In a place like this, that person could have been the real deal.”