Around The World on a Penny Farthing
Joff Summerfield pedals around the glob on an old-timey time penny farthing and lives to tell the tale.

You don't fly up a hill. You struggle slowly and painfully up a hill, and maybe, if you work very hard, you get to the top ahead of everybody else.
Lance Armstrong
Joff Summerfield pedals around the glob on an old-timey time penny farthing and lives to tell the tale.
Flat tires piss me off so much I will say foul words in front of old ladies and little children. I don't want to do those things, but it's not my fault. Commuting by bike is God's sweet perfect plan for mankind. A humble man and a simple machine, moving quietly and efficiently, like a fish in the sea. Using no more energy than is required to get the job done, costing very little, keeping the rider fit and healthy. Sweet, glorious perfect harmony and balance. If the rest of the world worked this way, paying your bills would get you a tan, and the whole process would taste like chocolate. Last week my head was about to explode with sheer joy as my daily rolling-meditation was augmented by a glorious magenta-sherbert sunrise over Green Lake. Only a goddam complete blowout caused by a two-inch long, self-tapping sheet metal screw could bring me back down to earth, and that's exactly what happened. That's my third flat tire in two weeks. Cover your ears, grandma...