I love riding early on semi-empty streets in Chicago. Especially days like today. There won’t be many more like this…sunny, mild temperature, hardly any wind. In a word: spectacular. My mind wanders on rides like today’s. I indulge myself and take...
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...
