There was a time in my life when biking was very simple. I ran outside, picked up my bike, and peddled like the devil. I didn't have a destination. Or a master purpose. I just peddled. Growing up, we lived next door to a church. It had a giant gravel parking lot that made the … Continue reading Ready…
Remember that feeling of rushing down a hill, hands in the air, hair flying back, feet off the pedals because they're turning to fast to keep up? I was the youngest of four kids in a single-mom family, growing up in the seventies. That meant no helmet and hand-me-down bikes that were probably too big … Continue reading The Hills are Alive (and I’m pretty sure they hate me)
Today, Lily and I hit the trail for a quick ride. We went just far enough for justify a mid-ride snack for Lily. And, yes, that means I got a treat, too. We had split a red Gatorade and bought a pepperoni stick for each of us. Round trip, we did about six miles. And, … Continue reading Wearing Off the New