Flying Pigeon
It is one thing to dream as a child, and another to dream as an adult. The former is wild and free, the latter, tamed and doubtful. I am a man...
Spring 2020 Writing Contest
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...
Girl with Four Legs
Things aren't the same after the COVID-19 pandemic. The world has changed completely. But for a nation like India with a population of 1.3 billion, it's an entirely...
These Wheels Have Wings
Hidden inside a brown box A green-framed Mountain bike I’d found On my birthday Glowing as a night star My Raleigh; Green Mamba,’ I named him. He was fast He was furious On the road he was amazing Hurrah! On me, I’ve found...
Mount of Olympus
1817 – Winter Solstice Hermes threw open the doors to the throne room of the gods, his face split with a wide beam of excitement that the other...
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...
Scraped Knees
The fourth time she crashed, her knee stung with the grit of unpaved road, and the last moments of adrenaline still coursing through her. "Damn it," she muttered,...
Fifty Miles to Go
It was May 1965. The Vietnam war was heating up, but as college students, we had other pressing matters to deal with. It was time for the Indiana...