bicycle rights!
Let’s get the disclaimer out of the way: I have no idea if the new Portlandia show is any good, nor do I have a huge intention to watch it.For those of you who don’t know, click on the link. I don’t feel qualified to explain what it’s all about …
transitions
It’s ugly and rainy out, the kind of insistent drizzle that’s never a downpour but nevertheless leaves you completely soaked. This morning, it was almost 8:30 before it even seemed like the sun would rise (I’m still not sure it did), and the clouds are a uniform, oppressive grey. If …
owning my commute (not the other way around)
An integral part of not owning a car is knowing how far away from home I can logistically expect to do certain things. When I was looking for teaching jobs, for example, I didn’t even look at districts that were more than 20 miles away, because I knew I didn’t …
trail runnin’
I’m flying. Not continuously, but my feet pick up and touch down softly, fleetingly, and shoot me forward again, leaving me a few glorious moments of weightlessness. I would say I’m pounding down the trail, but that’s not it: I’m flying down it, hardly aware that I’m hitting the ground. …
Day nine: Santa Barbara!
Start: Isla Vista End: Santa Barbara! Miles biked: about 32– 15ish to Santa Barbara, 17ish more biking around the city The downside of bike touring–at least, if you’re into spectacular mileposts–is that if you’re not on the big highways, you often don’t get a “welcome to…” sort of sign. So …