My eyes open and adjust to the early morning light. The past three days have been wonderful… time spent together in perfect harmony. No fighting, no pain…just hours of comfortable silence. I lay there for a while reflecting on the past six weeks. I know we...
It’s been exactly three weeks since I finished the London to Paris ride and it would be a bit of an understatement to say I’m mentally distracted and physically sluggish. I understand the distracted part… for the last ten months my mind has been...
moving from here to there solitude embraces capturing emotions of secrets hushed between friends silence echoes like an ear pressed against my chest hovering truths and seeking refuge above pavement is it too much to ask… that you save me...
Apparently it doesn’t matter what country you’re in there’s always “that guy” who can’t stand a chick who passes them on a ride. Every French cyclist – from recreational to elite – gives a wave or nod as you pass on the road. Americans take note. Male cyclists, you...
More London to Paris pics here In July, 2010, I challenged myself by undertaking a bike ride from London to Paris. I flew to London for the start, taking my bike with me. What happened was much more than a physical challenge for me. Training for many months before...
I know July is a busy month for you, so I’m putting in my requests early in case you need a little extra time on these. First please make sure my bike arrives in London in one piece and on the same flight as me. That would be a bad start to this whole adventure. Once...
It’s fast approaching, that little trip that I began planning about eight months ago. It’s hard to believe that in exactly six weeks I’ll be clipping in to start on the most challenging adventure of my life. Hmmmm. Start list is 127 men, 9 women. NINE? I’ve been...
To say it was a crazy cycling news day would be an understatement. All day, my Twitter feed was abuzz with commentary; I did not fuel the fire in either agreement or disagreement, but I have given it a lot of thought today. What makes someone a hero? What makes...
When I signed on to participate in 30 Days of Biking, I didn’t realize how impactful this month would be on me. The past 30 days have opened my eyes to the raw beauty and diversity of the urban landscape I’ve called home my entire life. I have stopped to smell the...
Why are some people so angry? What makes them take that anger behind the wheel of a car? This morning I got on my bike early, wanting to take advantage of the break in the rain predicted for Chicago all weekend. I flatted a mile from home – a shard of glass that I...
