NYC Bikers

Life is meant to be lived on the back of a bike. At least the fun parts. This blog is an effort on my part to convert the world into bikers, starting with my friends living here in Fresh Meadows! Even if I have to do it single handedly, I will civilize the bikers of New York!

Friday, March 16, 2012

Biking up to Hacienda El Paraiso in Palmira, Colombia



As some of you may know, I have been in Colombia now nearly a month chilling with my mom and helping her out after some major surgery she had undergone. She is feeling much better and I have more time so I figured I would post some of my pictures of bicycle riders in Colombia. Taking out a camera in Colombia is not the safest of things to do in some places, so I missed a lot of pictures.

I was of course desperate to bike ride in Colombia, though I was told that it was not safe nor recommended. When I arrived I saw a lot of people bike riding, which further encouraged me to get a bike. In the days before my mother's surgery I was able to speak with some construction workers that were labouring across the street. They had some sweet bikes so I asked them if they knew where I could get a sweet bike like theirs. They told me 8th Avenue. I asked my mom if I could walk there and she said it was too dangerous over there. She was sure there were other places where they sold bicycles.

Later that day my mom's friend came by to say hello and he mentioned he used to be a pro biker in his younger days. I asked him where I could find a bike to rent or buy. He also said 8th Avenue. The next morning me and me mom walked to 8th Avenue. Needless to say it was too dangerous for me to take out even my cell phone and take pictures.

The former pro-biker, at hearing of my love of biking invited me to his families ranch in a nearby city and to Hacienda El Paraiso.
 
There we could bike ride up a small mountain to a river where we would celebrate my mom's birthday. Below are some pics of the attempt. I say attempt because we never made it to the river on the bicycles.


My fat butt broke both bikes on the way up the mountain. The rear dérailleur started acting up and the gears were not changing properly.


A look of terror come's across this man's face as he realizes his vintage 1972 Cannondale is about to die.



With both bikes broken we tied one bike to the roof of the truck we were in and I rode the rear bumper of the truck. It was finally safer to take out my phone and camera to take pictures.

In the end we made it to the river by car for some relaxation, sancocho, and a swim.

Cow Bike!

Cow Bike!
Maes kept getting attacked by the cows whenever she biked through the fields. She decided camouflage would be the only way to survive.
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