On the heels of our epic ride to Mělník, the boys decided to ride from Prague to Říp.
Daisy and I had a free weekend recently, so we decided to head down to Mikulov for some cycling, which I’d always heard was fantastic in that area, and some sipping.
We thought we’d get in a good ride on a path new to most of us, sample some burčák, the prepubescent Czech wine that’s on offer at this time of year, have lunch, drink a few beers, enjoy a sunny day, and sleep well that night.
A good ride spoiled.
Four beers, two bowls of soup, one flat tire, and four mud-caked calves, plus giant patches of skin burning from nettle stings, and trails so rough we had to carry our bikes.
Taking friends for a spin
U Lasiku is a funky little wine bar housed in an old wheelsmiths in the village of Únětice.
Commuting in Prague is like diving into a cold swimming pool.
A lovely little ride — mostly, if not all, flat; mostly cycle paths free of cars; and with ample opportunities to pull over for a cold beer.
I loaded my bike up in the back of my car and headed into the city. I was intent on riding the Bakerloo Run again.