One of the strangest bike related memories is actually from southern Iraq, where I remember seeing an Iraqi man talking with a British soldier. The Iraqi man had a bicycle, and the bicycle was all tricked out with mirrors and reflective tape. I'm interested if the Arabs have a term for outfitting his 'ride' that way. It's clear, from a western perspective, that he "pimped" his bike! The closest thing I have seen to it is a 'scrapper' bike. This guy's bike was definitely unofficial, cool, and he was proud of the thing.
"Scrapper Bike" by the Trunk Boiz
And that bike stood out, because you didn't see too many bikes in Iraq or Kuwait. They got oil coming out of the ground: why ride a bike? A motorbike! ...I guess that may be their mindset.
While there may not have been many locals on bicycles in Iraq, I did have an opportunity to ride quite a bit while I was there for a year. My unit was pretty heavily tasked, with a lot of very important missions. One of the results of our focus and high operational tempo was that there were few motor-vehicles available for driving around base. To get to meetings, network with other military leaders, and just get around, you really had to do it with your own two feet. I always liked riding my bike to work in the civilian world, so I didn't mind riding a bike to get around base. In fact it was kind of fun. I bought a used bike from the officer I replaced, and rapidly destroyed it. Actually, the environment of southern Iraq destroyed it. What was a multi-speed bike quickly became a single speed bike, as the dust and sand rapidly degraded any shifting capability. So, I manually put it into a gear that was good for cruising and starting/stopping, and left it there. Single speed in the desert! (By default) I ended up going through two bikes while I was there, both serving me well. I ended up getting a bike helmet, as it was lighter than my Kevlar helmet, and got to meetings a lot quicker than if I was walking. Fun times! Really!
The military also provided me the opportunity to ride out west a bit, too. I took my mountain bike to Fort Leavenworth, once. That was great. What a beautiful post. Probably one of the prettiest places I've been, with great mountain bike trails, too. Excellent riding there. The exercise I was taking part in ended, and I was also able to ride downtown Kansas City, in the city as well as on some nearby urban off road trails.
Photo of me showin' mad skills in downtown KC!
I would also have to go out to Arizona for training every few years, and would take the opportunity to stop off in Moab, Utah, where mountain biking is at its best. I would usually ride the Slickrock trail, as it was a trail that is a lot of fun to ride, with characteristics that are hard to find anywhere else. I am also very comfortable on the trail, as I was often riding alone, and didn't want to combine 'solitary' with 'injury', as that combination often becomes deadly in the great outdoors. One time in particular was very memorable, as the weather is usually very clear and warm in Moab. I was riding in October, and met up with a small group of German tourists that were also riding the trail. In the middle of the Slickrock loop we were hit with a snowstorm! Visibility dropped to almost nothing, as the trail exists on top of a plateau. We all got off the trail fine, and hit the local Mexican restaurant.
Photo of me riding on Slickrock in the midst of a snowstorm with some German friends I met along the way:
verrücktfuckingunerbittlichecrazyschneesturm!
Awesome panoramic shot taken near moab along the Colorado River:
One time while on the way back from some "Army Training" in Arizona, I stopped off in Vail, Colorado, where I had the opportunity to do some 'Free Riding'. That is, mountain biking that solely consists of downhill riding...that's right, no uphill climbing involved. Cheating you say? Have you seen the Rockies? This mid-west kid needs some lungs! Giving the resort $30 allowed you to have an all day lift ticket, which was practical, as a 3 hour ride is usually all you can handle when you're riding up and down hill. But when all you have to do is cruise down the mountain, it's a lot like downhill skiing: you can do it all day! Anyway, I had a blast. Had I not broken my bike frame (at the junction of the top tube and seat tube!) I probably would have ridden longer. Either way: great time and worth the 30 bones. Great camping, too, just up the street at Gore Creek. Cheap, considering you are in one of the highest rent districts in the US (Vail!)
Ah yes, this lift behind me will drag my lazy @$$ up the mountain so I can coast down like a Mountain Dew commercial on repeat!
Arizona was a blast, too. I was lucky enough to be in the midst of the mountains of Southern Arizona, where hiking and biking were right at my doorstep or a short drive. Brown Canyon was by far the best; a fun loop that meanders up the canyon, and finally dumps you back onto a service road that provides a few miles of downhill. Just a great ride! Fondest memory of that trail is a time I was riding with a classmate there, and he had the sudden urge to do #2! So he runs off the trail, comes back a short time later with a neat little square missing from the bottom corner of his T-shirt! Funny! Good times. Thanks Pete!
...to top that story: the next day was Sunday. We decide to hike up Miller Canyon. About 3/4 the way up we take a break, and we see not one, but FOUR mountain LIONS! All of about ~50' from us! Crazy! I'm in the Army: where's my gun, rifle, artillery piece, anything explosive to throw at these things?!?! Bad situation as the little kitties were not only evolutionarily designed to gobble up unarmed homo-sapiens like myself, but were also outnumbering us by a factor of 2-1. Nuts. Seeing them in the wild was truly something I will never forget, or how they jumped atop a large granite spire like my cat jumps on top the couch. Luckily they decided to leave us alone... We finished the climb and the decent without further incident.
#&%^! Did you see those cats! I notice your shirt's advertising Cuervo...I'll need a shot of that after this adventure is thru!!!
Panoramic shot atop the peak after climbing up Miller Canyon:
My point to all this: my service in the military provided me an excellent opportunity to see the country, and perhaps the world.
Next stop: Italia and Europe!
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