Ode to a bicycle

A steed

A steedMany adventures
Many adventures had, but time to roll on…

I may not be the most devoted bicyclist, but I wouldn’t call myself a novice, either.  My bike was my only mode of transport in college, for example, meaning come sun, rain, snow, or slush I was often pedaling to work or class.  My university was located in a bike-friendly town (Moscow, Idaho) meaning recreational riding was an easy trail map away.  Sometimes I would ride the 8 miles to neighboring Pullman, Washington to enjoy the rolling grasslands of the Palouse while thumping techno music seeped from my ear buds.

After it seemed likely we would stay in Europe past the initial Robert Bosch fellowship, I began plotting how I might get my trusty Trek 4300 from storage in Idaho, to my hands in Munich.  On a vacation back to the U.S. I had the bike disassembled and boxed, and then we brought it back on the flight.  It took some more coordination getting the bike to Zurich, but once it was here and reassembled, it was like I was again a two-wheeled commuter.  Zurich has its own hills, and my rides were not always smooth, but it was familiar.

As some may know, my current employer World Radio Switzerland is being sold and privatized.  As I am a public radio reporter, and not interested in commercial radio in the Geneva region, my family is looking for jobs and a next step.  We don’t know where we are headed just yet, but we know a move is coming.  This is why my trusty Trek had to go.

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Biking (Swiss) Route 66

Taking the long way
It was an unusually pleasant Sunday: the clouds had broken for long enough, and the sun shone bright and warm enough, for us to expect Spring flowers and mornings without shivered awakenings.  Our new perch on the edge of Zurich’s suburbs has given also proximity to Route 66–a long trail of 55 kilometers (34 miles) winding along the Limmat River.  Unlike US Route 66 this path is paved by just loose gravel for a time, traversing rails and pathways; buzzing apartments and a reformed industrial quarter, to connect a medieval refuge with a quaint town–with the largest Swiss city between the two.

So with an unexpected sun at my back, I took up the same bicycle that I rode through college triumph and strife, to conquer at least part of Route 66.

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