12:00 p.m. BST | Glasgow, Scotland, UK — After two delayed flights we stumbled through Glasgow airport at the crack of dawn and dumped our bags at a hotel. Like any respectable New Yorkers, we asked where the best coffee was and then jumped on the subway to the West End to consume several rounds of it.
Learning the way of the climb
2:00 p.m. EDT | New Paltz, NY — I’ve never met a more playful group of people than rock climbers. The experienced ones seem to have the best sense of humor when they’re standing on the edge of a cliff.
Instead of Gatorade and Gu, Chianti and Lardo
1:00 p.m. CEST | Gaiole in Chianti, Italy — Actually, we’re something like 30 miles outside Gaiole in Chianti. Jeff‘s seat tube keeps falling, which makes sense because we’re riding pre-1987 road racing bikes as L’Eroica requires, and the mechanic had reamed his tube (the bike’s) something serious to get the seat post into it yesterday.
Good view, good drink, good company
6:15 p.m. EST | Seneca, New York – Ask for paradise and a wise man’ll point you to the rule of three: good view, good drink, good company. You’ll know when you’ve found it, like I recently did.
Don't be a pogie
3:30 p.m. EDT | Just off Gravesend Bay, Brooklyn — “Pray that if you die, you don’t ever come back as a pogie.”
Ironman's fastest champion
7:00 a.m. ET | New York, NY — It’s the triathlete’s equivalent of shooting hoops with Kobe Bryant, tossing a football with Eli Manning or having a volley with Roger Federer: a morning run with Craig “Crowie” Alexander in Central Park.
1:15 p.m. ET | Dover Plains, NY — We’ve been enthusiastically told no fewer than four times that “trap shooting is golf with guns”, but equating an activity that uses twelve-gauge shotguns to explode clay targets with the world of outlandish polo shirts and John Daly seems like a gross disservice.
A moment of faith on baseball's holy ground
Baseball is only a sport, something you put on in the background while you do your crossword. And then suddenly you’re sitting in the Baseball Hall of Fame museum in Cooperstown, New York, the rumored birthplace of the sport, and there’s a family on one side of you, happy father cooing in his baby son’s ear about how lucky he is to see the greats in person, an old man alone on the other, grasping his 75th anniversary commemoration class yearbook in both hands and taking in the sights like a greedy drunk sucking at a bottle.
Goodwood, 3:30 p.m
Standing here in a small crowd of automotive devotees at the top of the Hill Climb at the Goodwood Festival of Speed, it’s a privilege to breathe in the fumes of motoring past and present as historic cars and motorcycles whiz past in all their glory.
Centre Street, before the rush
Nantucket just before the summer tide of tourists rolls in is a special place.
A lonely guard holds its post
In the 1830s the Dutch built the Willemstoren lighthouse at the southernmost point of the Caribbean island of Bonaire to warn sailors of the hazardous reef offshore. The lighthouse is now locked up, the keeper’s house crumbling and derelict.
Reveling in a Moment
10:28 a.m. HST | Kauai, Hawaii — The two mile hike up to Waipoo Falls in Kauai’s Waimea Canyon is by all measurement an easy one, but it underscores what’s best about a quiet hike.
Stereotypical? Je n'aime pas
7:05 a.m. CEST | Paris, France — This couldn’t possibly get more stereotypical. I’m standing on the Pont Du Carrousel an hour after sunrise pointing a medium format film camera downstream.
Pain and (Elevation) Gain
GP heads to the Barry Roubaix dirt road race and comes away tired, angry, and fulfilled.
Cracking Shells on The Chesapeake
Kent Island, Maryland – I’m working through something like my fourth large blue crab. My hands are covered in salty Old Bay seasoning and some ooze that probably served a vital function when the recently deceased was scuttling around the Bay. Things are good.