A rock. A single rock. Not a rock garden. Not a slick rock. Not a rock wall. Not even a big rock. Just one rock, the size of a shoe box, right in the middle of…
Fast regional racer. Kinda cocky. Fast. He was pure roadie when I met him. Mountain biking was still new. I was one of the few in lycra shorts and a team…
I stare up at the hillside. It's a blank page, lined, my heart a promissory note, written in red ink. But I have nowhere to be and nothing but time. There's a…
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