National Guard Muster at Morial Convention Center

Today is the third anniversary of Hurricane Katrina and the city is gearing up for an evacuation because of Hurricane Gustav.  This is my last good day to bike as I’ll be heading out of town tomorrow.  Continue reading

Southern Decadence at Bourbon and St. Ann

Yesterday was the first day of classes and I was excited to ride my bike to school. Until her chain popped off twice and her steering became mysteriously twisted. Continue reading

Termite Tenting on Prytania

I am back on the bike after a long trip to Texas and a visit from a bike-less sister. I can’t believe how much it affected me to be off the bike. I haven’t felt quite right, and my timing has been off; it is as if I have been in the twilight zone. Continue reading

Abandoned Drug Store on Prytania

I have been out of town, without bicycle, for over a week, and it feels like forever.  It turns out I really *do* need to ride to feel right.  I have been away for good reasons to good places, but I was happy to get back on Rhoda today, if only for a task ride to the gym and back.  I recently moved to a tiny cottage behind a fancy house in the Garden District, and this has changed the complexion of my task rides.  Where I used to start out on bumpy roads passing an abandoned playground, I now start out on smooth roads passing fancy mansions.  Continue reading

The Fly

It was hot today, really, really hot.  Since I’ve been busily moving I have been taking mostly task rides lately.  But today I wanted to ride, just ride, as far as I could go.  Continue reading

Third and Laurel

Last night’s bike ride exposed a few minor problems with my dear bicycle.  N. came over this afternoon to help readjust the handlebars, fix the seat, and realign the back wheel after my silly fall the other day.  Continue reading

Bear Statue In Uptown

After retrieving my bicycle from last night’s hijinx, I groggily rode home and then to an appointment.  I was in no place to ride, honestly, but I have reached the point where it doesn’t even occur to me to take my car unless I’m making an airport run.  Continue reading

The Mississippi River at Woldenberg Park

Tropical Storm Edouard formed in the Gulf yesterday.  It was never on a route to hit New Orleans, but we all still watched, carefully.  Continue reading

Cafe du Monde

This past week was very, very challenging.  A good friend of mine was going through a medical crisis and everything else took a back seat, including my daily bike rides.  Continue reading