If you had told me years ago that biking would make me feel this good I would have started as soon as I could walk. Technically, I guess I did. Growing up in a tiny town with dirt roads I had hand-me-down bikes from relatives and friends-of-friends. I only ever experienced the luxury of a new bike… Continue reading This is my Opus.
I'm afraid I won't like myself should I leave these faults behind I can't predict how vicious or victorious I picture the canoe where I am floating buoyant in flowing white with daisies in the painted green no picket fence. M.