What’s a story that never fails to bring you to tears? The Tour de France is the world’s premier bicycle race, steeped in history and tradition, held every July across France. Nearly 200 professional riders traverse the country, covering 10…
I went to see the premier of “Java documentary”. I was a part of the broader effort to build Java from 2001 all the way to the acquisition by Oracle, which happened around 2010, then some. So when I learned from my friend that this was happ…
My cycling trip through northern Japan was so wonderful that, during this beautiful season of May and while I fortunately had some free time, I decided to visit the famous island-hopping cycling route to explore more of the country by bicyc…
(If you haven’t read the prologue yet, please start here) On the final day of the journey, the true protagonist was not the sea, but the land, and the water carving its way through it. Forecasting rain for the afternoon, I decided to comple…
(If you haven’t read the prologue yet, please start here) On this day, I felt as if I were traveling not through the real world, but through a dreamland. Leaving the historic town where I spent the night before dawn, I headed along the coas…
(If you haven’t read the prologue yet, please start here) This trip begins in Hiroshima. Looking back, this day became a journey tracing the weight of war memories and the subsequent rebirth and sublimation journey. At 5am at the bullet tra…
Recently, I left my job. It was early summer. It didn’t take me long to decide that I wanted to grab my bike and just go. I was pretty sure that no matter where I headed, the journey would be unforgettable. So, I decided to ride north, towa…
(If you missed the introduction, you should start here.) Leaving a budget beef-bowl diner packed with exhausted young people who looked like they had pulled an all-nighter, I began pedaling north alongside the great river. My journey throug…
(If you missed the introduction, you should start here.) This morning, my journey resumed along the same river. While the western bank of the river is bustling with a major national highway, the eastern side is narrow, isolated, and rather
(If you missed the introduction, you should start here.) With a gentle early-summer breeze pushing me from the south, I headed straight north along the river. Scattered throughout the landscape were traditional old houses featuring distinct…
(If you missed the introduction, you should start here.) There’s something special about starting a bike journey right from your own doorstep. The familiar everyday scenery gradually and seamlessly morphs into the unfamiliar. It’s like one
This year, I rode ~10,500km and climbed 80,000m over 475 hours. Over the last few years, these numbers are steadily declining, but it’s still a lot, reflecting the special place cycling has in my heart. What hasn’t changed is that (1) I sti…