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.…
The Missus mentioned last night that we needed english muffins for eggs benedict today so I offered to get some on my ride this morning. As such, when I left this AM, I [1] headed in the exact opposite direction of the store. My rough plan was to ‘find a loop’ or worst case scenario…
What may appear to you to be dust on the bike is actually the sum of all my demons and all my stress ground down and rendered as a fine powder, then sprinkled over the bike in offering. Even if only temporary until they manifest again in some other form, I’ll take it. Long, steamy…