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2015 Our Blog in Review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this Ride Like A Girl Cycling blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 14,000 times in 2015. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 5 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

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Idaho Day 3: Whitewater!

Every good bike tour has one key ingredient: a rest day. This one may have preserved my cycling habit after yesterday’s urge to exchange cycling for life on the sofa. But a prime rib dinner and a good night’s rest yielded a morning of new energy.

Being that our campsite was beside Jackson Hole, Wyoming, there was just one rest recipe for me: whitewater Continue reading


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Ireland by Bike: Day 4 – Give Me a Steak and No One Gets Hurt

All I want is a steak and my pillow, in that order. This last day of our four day bicycle tour from the north to south coast (340 miles) has been stunning, exhausting, challenging, fast and slow, high and low, satisfying and hunger-inducing. By the end of the ride I was craving a protein-rich meal and steak was my dreamy first choice. Once I indulged Continue reading


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Ireland by Bike: Day 3 – High Nellies!

No boring stats today. You will find our new friends, Chris and John, along with their “High Nellies” and advice for bicyclists much more interesting. With their permission I am sharing photos and video from our visit at the Meiteal Cafe in Dunlavin, a village in County Wicklow with a library at its center.

Michael and I were in search of Continue reading


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Ireland by Bike: Arrived!

Being greeted at the gate by Geri (my aunt) made for a swift exit from the Dublin airport: bikes and husband packed under and into the bus; niece and auntie tucked into the not-sizable-for-bikes-plus-husband Toyota.

The ninety-minute northbbound drive to Belfast afforded us a wonderful window of one-on-one; a rare and precious gift that I have learned not to take for granted. While “craic” is the usual Continue reading