Photo Shoots (Or, Da Pikshas)

Now I can stop kicking myself for toting a camera with a dead battery on an otherwise-perfect ride.

Since then, I've done some more riding, with and without my cameras, on all of my bikes.  Amidst all of that pedal-churning and wheel-spinning (in the rest of my life as well as on my cycling), I managed to take some photos of Arielle and Tosca with their new (sorta) looks.

First, here's Arielle with the RuthWorks SF Brevet bag and wedge:

A little closer, now:

Now for some details:

To the rear:

In the middle:

Back to the front:

Tosca, being ever the diva (with a name like that, why wouldn't she be?), wants equal time.  She deserves it:

Putting one foot (wheel or bag, anyway) forward:

Since I am a woman now, I can show her rear without being accused of sexism:

Here's what makes her go:

And an accessory she and Arielle both love:

And a little detail she reveals to those who are nice to her:

Cycling Le Quatorze

Today is Bastille Day, the most quintessentially French holiday. 


When I first started to do long rides, I thought of cycling as the most quintessentially French activity--or, at least, of France as the quintessential cycling nation.


Even though no French rider has won le quatorze stage of the Tour de France--and a win for a team in tricolore seems unlikely this year--it's still hard not to think of cycling and, of course, the Tour itself, on this date.


I notice that a number of clubs and less-formal groups are holding rides today.  I wonder if any of them will storm a replica of the Bastille and free the Marquis de Sade.


Anyway, I'm wondering:  What is your idea of a Bastille Day ride?  Is it something like this?:










Or this?:








Or something else altogether?: