Hey, Just Ride 26
When the snaps, crackles and pops of my campfire fall silent, the occasional hoots of Great Horned Owls echo through forest casting a spell on my soul.
Staring at the…
Author
Hey, Just Ride 25
By the time I rolled my 1981 Trek steel road bike into line, the starting banner stretched across the street in the tiny Baja Mexican beach town of Rosarito appeared blocks…
Hey, Just Ride 24
I arrived In Redlands that early March nervous and anxious, not really sure what to expect. I quickly realized I was not alone.
Many years had passed since the Redlands…
Hey, Just Ride 23
The closest experience I could compare it to was trying to climb Beech Mountain in North Carolina, hitting its base with all the excitement and anticipation of my cycling…
Hey, Just Ride 22
As my bike weaved freely to and fro across the roadway, I glanced across the vast lava field atop the Old McKenzie Highway and chuckled with a snort of snot rocketing out of…
Hey, Just Ride 21
Keeping my speed at a reasonable pace on my Saturday morning drive became quite a challenge with my heart and mind racing at breakneck velocity. I couldn’t get to Silverton…
Hey, Just Ride 20
Manic butterflies in my stomach gurgle and churn my morning coffee and steel oats into, well, I don’t want to even imagine what as I remind myself what I have told my…
Hey, Just Ride 19
Well, at least it stopped raining.
That’s the first thought I had looking down at my derailleur after the pedals stopped spinning with a jolt in the middle of the woods in…
Hey, Just Ride 18
The perfect storm began oh so quietly, sneaking up on me like my Golden Lab when I open the fridge. Monday morning dawns and oddly enough I find no substitute teaching…
Hey, Just Ride 17
I hate being cold.
You might surmise it reminds me too much of my childhood winters in Wisconsin.
Back then my parents would snatch us from school and drive to Florida…