Every summer, I inevitably catch a glimpse of my winter riding gloves and ask myself how I can possibly stand having to wear those things. From the glow of summer, I think back to days where even in all their insulated glory they failed to keep my fingers warm and …
What’s a girl to do with her time on a Sunday morning? If you’d asked me a few days ago, it was a fine time to go hunker down along the Esplanade by OMSI for two hours and keep a tally–in 15 minute increments–of who went by on the trail. …
I’ve been on a mission, lately, to stop for every pedestrian I see trying to cross the road. It’s easy when I’m the only one around, but I’m a little more reluctant when there are cars behind me and I worry that: the car might not stop when I do …
This is my dad’s bike: He bought it… oh, maybe 11 or so years ago, I think when I was just out of high school but maybe even before then. It was a sweet bike for him: super plush with the springs on its seat and shocks on the front …
