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...
