Mont Ventoux is wonderful, but for me (and I know this might sound crazy), the Gorges de la Nesque is tops. I think that was the (riding) high point of the week we spent with @raphatravel earlier this spring. It blew me away. I can’t wait to spend some more time shooting and riding that road at some point.
Fall in the Dolomites - wow.
We went to Japan for a quick trip last year following the Tour of Beijing - it was one of our more chaotic adventures. I swore I wouldn’t write an article about it, because I wanted to come back and ‘do it right.’ It has been almost a year, and I’ve only now understood that ‘right’ is an ideal that we rarely manage. Why not tell the story? It wasn’t what we envisioned - it was something entirely different, and it was fantastic. So I guess I have some writing to do - about katana-wielding madmen, a man called @streetviper, cross-eyed geishas, wearable mattresses, typhoons, bike rides, the best fall colors I’ve ever seen, and the age old debate: ninjas or samurai - check it out in the next issue of @pelotonmagazine. :-)
Sunrise on Mont Ventoux.
Just riding bikes and taking pictures - that’s how it started, that’s the way it should be.
Late evening, way up high on the Passo Pordoi a couple of weeks ago. Chianti has been perfect, but it’s time to get back at it for a few days. We have a quick project that needs taking care of in the Dolomiti. Excited!
My office for the day. More often than not, homelessness puts us in great places.
@ashleygruber has woken me up early the past two days with excited cries of fog and sun and let’s go ride and take pics! I grumble, pull the covers over my head, try to keep sleeping, but then I give in, and we ride through the morning mist, and it’s beautiful, and I’m so happy to be awake. Thanks, @ingambatours, for giving us a place to get back on our feet and get our heads together. It means the world.
While searching the archives for a certain image, I stumbled upon this one - and liked it more. @ashleygruber gets all the credit for this shot. I was busy making crappy images on the other side of the mountain.
With the hour record in his pocket, we can now officially say good bye. Thanks, Jens!