Waiting out the rain. For real, not a metaphor. Though sometimes in the metaphoric sense too. And that’s ok. “It can’t rain all the time.”
I’ve been riding on these river flats behind my house for 10 years. First time there’s been a no trespassing sign here. Conflicted. Want to respect the owner’s property but kind of bummed as well. I try to think of it from the perspective of if I had a bunch of land that people used.…
JRA when it occurs to me that one day I’ll grow to frail to lift and/or ride this bike. I mean, and that’s the aspired for IDEAL, right? Memento mori, kids. In all things. Make this your best day.
Co-worker’s birthday means a trip to the office for cake. And a little bit of rain. It’s an interesting thing when you really have only one or two options for a commute route into town. If you’re at it long enough it means you literally end up riding certain sections of trail THOUSANDS of times.…