CULT OF JAMES

Ride around Main Street. Four miles, twenty-nine minutes, ninety-four feet of climbing. The day after the Big Four Bridge ride, and this time I stayed on the Kentucky side. Main Street in Louisville on a Saturday afternoon is a mix of brunch crowds, people who look like they just woke up, and the occasional cyclist who thinks they own the…

Across the Big Four Bridge to Jeffersonville and back. Almost five miles. Forty-one minutes. The real ride of the evening — the block loop earlier was just the appetizer. The Big Four is the old railroad bridge converted to a pedestrian and bike path connecting Louisville to southern Indiana. You ride up the ramp, cross the Ohio River with the…

Around the block. Not around several blocks. Not a neighborhood tour. The block. Singular. 0.94 miles in six minutes. Twenty-three feet of elevation, which means there was a driveway involved. Friday evening, the kind where you step outside and think “I should ride” and then you do, but only just barely enough to count. This was the warm-up. Or the…

Getting Pringles. On a bike. Because that’s a valid reason to leave the house. 1.31 miles to wherever sold Pringles. Nine minutes. June evening, still bright at 6 PM, warm enough that the ride felt like a reward and not a chore. Seventeen feet of elevation because even the snack run has a hill if you look hard enough. I…