Chapter 2: Suzdal, In the Park, At the Shop
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[I told you I was going to write something else. Here it is, my first novel. Many chapters to come…]
Part 1: First Ride
Chapter 1: Suzdal, In the River, In the Bell Tower
Thursday morning, before the sun hit the Maitland Road, I took off on my bike for another Black Hills ride, the longest of this short…
I fried, peppered, and garlic salted four eggs and toasted two slices of bread for breakfast, put on an extra shirt for chilly downhills, then…
I have four full days to bike, run, write, and walk the dog in the Black HIlls. These four days just happen to offer the…
Back in January I told you that I want to write something else. I’ve been writing something else, many somethings… at least when I haven’t…
I don’t know what the Internet thinks of my travels, but the pond butterflies at Fort Crowder shooting range found my bicycle (and me) quite…
I rode five days from Lincoln, Nebraska, to Bentonville, Arkansas. Tuesday, July 2, was the hardest stage. High humidity, 90-degree temperatures for most of the…
Yesterday was a hard ride: 90s most of the day, headed south into a 15+ mph wind all day. Just before 1 p.m., I stopped…