( in the alternative processes just for the heck of it ) A century, or so, ago it was the hot thing to be a bicyclist and a photographer. Well, I'm just slow to catch on, and slower to give up. Outside my darkroom is my bike shop, with the old Masi getting cleaned up from last Thursday's ride in the snow. On the wall, next to the Rodinal times for every film made in the last 50 years, is my so-called training schedule for winter. And a picture of the hills outside Carhaix, Bretagne - a place I want to be in a year and a half and wonder how I'll make it. Any other cyclists here ? A few, I know; gentle riders, psycho-cross, anyone who loves to ride a bicycle. attached picture: the view atop Montagnes Noires.