My pace is my own and I am happy.
Part of my daydreams about living in a city when I was still back in Morrow County, Ohio were about bicycling everywhere. I wanted to be fit and independent and daring, but today I was exhausted and out of shape and lazy.
Sometimes it feels like a fat, hairy, sweaty cage. Not always, but … often.
A day alone on the Marine Drive Bike Path.
There’s a bad trailer for the movie version of my story where it’s just me riding around Portland while twee indie music plays in the background. It won’t be inaccurate, but it won’t be good.
The commute from hell.
SE Market Street between 20th and 25th can suck it. Next time I’ll just walk.
Road kill on an otherwise lovely Monday.
Watching Kara build bicycles in a dress.