Some rides deliver beyond the capacity for words to capture, and pictures fail as well. Like every day though, as we each grope our way with arms outstretched through the dark hallways of our lives, some light appears in the corners of our vision to show us we are on the right path.
This is Henry. Giant friendly dogs need no explanations.
This is what it looks like to live here and ride bikes.
Somewhere along the way.
Bicycle House filing system.
I don’t care if there were only three of us. It was Bike Church and I was there.