Dreams Against Us
The moon’s light shone brightly on my face while I enjoyed my nighttime cup of coffee, trying to keep out December’s chilling breeze. A crash broke the silence,...
perspective
I Choose You to Move Me
i’m not here to tell a big story or epiphany i’m not even here (i’m in the wind, in the hinterlands, on the road, i’m in a time where no words come i’m in a time where life itself...
A Day in Green Fields
Even today, I reminisce about the times when I was a frequent bike rider in the village. I wore loose sweatpants, and most of the time, I circled...
The Present Moment
“Enjoy life now! This is not a rehearsal! There is no time for tomorrows or crying over yesterday’s spilled milk. There is only the now. You must live in the...
The Biking Crowd
"Where do they get these people from?" says Lilly as we stroll arm-in-arm along the cobblestones of Covent Garden, sidling through the early evening mass of selfie-taking tourists...
Life is Like Riding a Bike
Sparkling lights and the scent of pine sent me scurrying down the stairs. After months of waiting, Christmas morning had finally arrived. The hands on the smiley- face...
I Was Downhill Before Downhill Was Cool
Tipping into ‘The Fork Bender’ trail at Wildcat Canyon Regional Park was more akin to 'dropping-in' at Pastrana Land – it went straight vert for 100 feet before...
Skepticism
We were planning to go to the edge of the land, to a promontory where the sea brushed the rose granite. We'd seen a plastic placemat on a...
The Road Goes on Forever
Glance past handlebar hands grasping the long, faint shadow cast in front of your bicycle during the early morning sunlight. See the gray silhouette transform from a gaunt...
The Bicycle and the Dream
Riding my bicycle has always been an otherworldly experience. It feels like the sun and the moon stop at the horizon, side by side, to become my vehicle's...