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...
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...
