I’m still in bed, waiting for the sun to rise so that I can head out for a ride. The past week has been a reminder of how fragile life truly is. “On and on the rain will fall Like tears from a star like tears from a star” On Monday, my brother was awakened by his...
It was one of those perfect days on the bike: I felt great, and the day was bright and crisp. Not long after starting out, I was stopped at the light at Armitage and Western when I felt someone ride up behind me. I turned, smiled, and we simultaneously said,...
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I was riding down Wrightwood just past Kostner when I spotted him in middle of the grassy parkway that separates the street there. He was doing some type of meditative movement. Tai Chi perhaps? Whatever it was, it was mesmerizing to watch. I also spotted his Giant...
I was traveling for work last week; left on Sunday, arrived home late on Thursday. I was craving a bike ride. Yesterday was spent catching up on email, work obligations, laundry, blah blah blah…all those things that happen when you’re not around to tend to them in a...
