The Last Personal Best
This morning, I shifted the old bike from one side of the shed to the other. The amount of dust launched into the air prompted me to oil...
perspective
Prince, Cycles
Prince swirls around in almost perfect revolutions, his buttocks almost off the bicycle seat as he leans forward, his legs pedaling swiftly, making him go fast. I am...
The Bike-Eye View
"Smell was another gift from my bike journeys. The scent of food would lead my face and turn me toward their origins. The daily dishes were diverse. There...
Middle-Aged Man in Lycra (MAMIL)
As the light rays reflected from a frame of aluminium painted in a hue of greys My memory ignited like a flame The flame covered my vision As my eyes opened for...
Like Riding a Bike
Ready?" John asked. "Are you ready?" Lara countered. "The house was bad enough." "Oh, good grief," Darrin said, bending over to grab the rope handle on the garage door. "I'll do it." He gave...
Memories from My Early Years
"If I could turn back time and ride with my grandfather more often or take more summer trips through town, I'd happily turn in the keys to my...
Khyber Pass
We are cycling toward Khyber Pass. Not the real one in Pakistan with its history of violence, and where it is said that every stone has been soaked...
Salt Water
The harmattan crept. Then, it was sudden and accompanied by heat. The kind of heat that waited for you to dab your body in lotion, and then fried...
Over the Peak
“The desire to live actively compels me not just to bike further, but to experience new cultures, meet new people, and familiarize myself with as much of this...
Another Ride? Are you Crazy?
That is what they say Another ride today? Didn’t you ride yesterday? What is the matter with you? They don’t understand How the morning sun warms my face Feeds my soul, takes the place Of...