Ready…

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…

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The Hills are Alive (and I’m pretty sure they hate me)

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)