Mostly Bikes ⨯ Me
Northern Luberon
2026-03-08
Spring incoming. Lambs on the hillside and flowers on the rosemary, but Luberon is still quiet. In a few months they'll be fighting for parking here. Shame, that.
Les fabuleux VANS AMERICAINS!
2026-03-02
I often peruse the ubiquitous little free libraries of small villages. It's 1982. The internet is more than a decade away. You're a kid in the village of Banon, France and this is what they're driving around in across the Atlantic.
Forcalquier
2026-03-01
Through Sault and over dead man’s pass, aka Col de l'Homme Mort. It’s Sunday, so everything feels deserted, but Sisteron had the obligatory degenerates drinking tall cans of Desperado. Rolled into Forcalquier mercifully ahead of the weather
Quiet in the Gorge.
2026-02-26
You can tell there's no one out here because the road is littered with rock fall. Made it all the way to the top of the climb without seeing a car, just two lone motorcycles. Down into Sault to sit on the steps in the sun drenched square, eating sandwiches with the rest of the cyclists. I don't know who trims that hedge into a tiny house, but I love them for it.
