Intro The morning in Lima was a familiar shade of slate, with a heavy, overcast sky that seemed to hold the city’s humidity hostage. After days of grease-stained hands and the rhythmic clicking of my derailleur, today replaced the gravel under my tires with the sterile hum of an airport Read more
Intro The Lima sky was a flat, leaden lid today, holding the humidity down against the pavement of Pueblo Libre. I spent the morning off the saddle, navigating the city’s heavy air on foot before the reality of my bike’s mechanical state finally caught up with me in a shop Read more
Intro The morning in Lima arrived with an overcast, leaden sky that seemed to press the humidity right into the floorboards of the Casa Ciclista. There was no rhythmic clicking of a derailleur today, just the static gray light of the coast and a paved street outside that I had Read more
Intro The air in Lima is a thick, humid soup that sticks to everything, a far cry from the bone-dry cold of the Andes. Today was a day of stationary legs and frantic logistics, trading the rhythmic grind of the pedals for the blue light of a laptop screen and Read more
Intro The thick, salt-heavy air of Callao is a heavy blanket compared to the thin Andean oxygen I’ve been breathing for the last week. I woke up at the Casa Ciclista with a motivated itch to address the mechanical toll the mountains took on my rig. Today wasn’t about kilometers, Read more