The weather was in the mid 40s, and the roads dry- what more could I ask for as we approach mid-December. I rode up to the highest point in Stavanger, a hill with a white radio/TV tower.
The final leg of the hill is straight up with no switchbacks, which really pushed my heart rate into the red zone.
Universitetet i Stavanger below.
My poor bike parked next to a miniature stonehenge.
Back to sea level.
The three swords momument- something about some king that united all the smaller kingdoms to created what became Norway- like a thousand years ago, but don't quote me.
I didn't see any red flag flying today, nor hear gun shots.
The tower, from a distance. It doesn't look very imposing from this angle.
The final leg of the hill is straight up with no switchbacks, which really pushed my heart rate into the red zone.
Universitetet i Stavanger below.
My poor bike parked next to a miniature stonehenge.
Back to sea level.
The three swords momument- something about some king that united all the smaller kingdoms to created what became Norway- like a thousand years ago, but don't quote me.
I didn't see any red flag flying today, nor hear gun shots.
The tower, from a distance. It doesn't look very imposing from this angle.
2 comments:
Looks pretty!
Yeah... I think I'll survive. Still, it is strange that bikes are banned from certain roads and from the tunnels. Obviously it is safer that way, but I do miss wide American shoulders. Then again, plenty of US roads lack shoulders.
Post a Comment