Oh, Tahoe. This is where I came every summer as a kiddo, where I grew up learning to walk barefoot, get dirty, play outside. It’s where I had what seemed to be total freedom so long as I came back for meals, a land of no watches, where time existed …
My little bike is all boxed up and waiting to be whisked away to Tahoe. Think it happy thoughts for safe travels! (I’m a little nervous about my boxing job, but hopefully it’ll be okay.) It is so super rare for me to have time off during the summer–and I’m …
I don’t want to sound like Ms-I’m-so-entitled here, but it really annoys me when roads are paved like this: This is not exactly bike friendly. Granted, at least that part way off to the right is sort of pavement, but the super-groovy, rattles-your-bones, collects-all-the-glass sort of pavement we’re talking here …
Wait, what?? A ride with the Oregon Randonneurs that I didn’t love? Well, I did love some things: being on my bike all day getting to spend some quality bike time with Asta, who I think is awesome and who is one of the few other ladies I know who …
