Maintaining a cycling blog while not cycling is one of the most rewarding accomplishments of my young life. Without the luxury of bike rides to fill the pages, I have pushed my ability- and my readers’ credibility- by exploring the existential and the metaphysical.
I strive for the literary equivalent of that trick my grandpa taught me where he takes his thumb off.
I realize now there may be no cyclists visiting this site.
Judging from the referrals and keywords that bring traffic to this informational cul de sac, my average reader prefers to feed ice cream to their cat while watching Bigfootville on the Travel Channel; and I am glad to have you.
Prepare for discomfort and change, because the ride is on. Back to back mornings to the sweet East side trails. I don’ know if I am keeping up or everyone else is slowing down, but I like what I am seeing- my fellow riders in sight the whole time, and sometimes behind me.
Wagoneering has its privileges and I am not talking about the Popsicle buffet.