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Bicycle crossingSigns of Spring: The Perils of Cycling After a Long Winter
by Eric Pinder

Every year around this time I take my bicycle out of mothballs, inflate the flat tires and go huffing and puffing across the sand-covered roads of Northern New Hampshire for the first time since autumn. Today I rode up the longest, steepest hill I could find, until the road stopped and a wall of snow began. (They had stopped plowing at that point.)


Ode to Spring (on a Bicycle)
by Eric Pinder

Potholes, potholes deep and wide.
Potholes, potholes on my ride.
Look out bikers. Look out, bikes.
Uh oh! Pothole! Watch out! Yikes!

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I wasn’t riding merely for the sake of exercise. Oh no. My bicycle is part of an important scientific research project. Here’s what I’ve observed about the New Hampshire landscape during the past decade: The hills are always much higher and harder to climb in the spring than they are in the fall. It’s most peculiar. What could cause this strange up-and-down motion in the topography?

I speculate that northern New Hampshire is currently undergoing rapid tectonic uplift. The flood of tourists each summer, however, results in millions of feet and tires walking and driving over the bedrock, temporarily eroding the land faster than it can rise. This erosion continues right through the autumn leaf-peeping season. By the time the first autumn snow falls, the hills are so eroded and worn down that I can quickly and effortlessly pedal to the tops of the same mountains that leave me gasping for breath in the spring. What other possible explanation can there be?

Further research may be required. I’ll continue to test my hypothesis during the warm months ahead, then submit my paper to the American Geological Society. Please send grant money. And new bicycle parts. And a bigger water bottle.

Continued - More Cycling Tales

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