Railing It In The Wild West
Riding the rail towns of Nevada
I’ve been lucky enough to ride my bike all over Australia since I was young and more recently a good part of Europe, but the United States has always eluded me. So when the opportunity to finally go riding stateside, I knew I couldn’t miss it. Any keen cyclist, especially one who tends towards the knobblier end of the tyre spectrum, is well aware of America’s more obvious destinations. There’s Colorado, including America’s answer to the pro cycling hub of Girona in Boulder, or Moab in Utah, or perhaps northern California and even more recently Kansas, thanks to the rise of Unbound Gravel. But my first trip across the Pacific wouldn’t involve any of those. I was headed just past area 51 to the alpine deserts of Nevada.