My intention was to escort James on his way to work, and then figure out what I wanted to do for the morning–probably find a spot where I could sit down (preferably without having to pay for anything), read, maybe get some administrative stuff taken care of. Thirty five miles …
This picture, though not actually from my bike club, is how I’ve been spending a bunch of my time lately: Bike Club is an after school program put on by Portland’s Community Cycling Center, where low-income 9-12 year olds learn about bike safety and maintenance, get some bike riding confidence, …
Life is too short to be stuck in traffic. In Sacramento, I’ve been driving much more than I normally do, and remembering why I don’t particularly enjoy it. In a car, there’s really nothing you can do about how fast you get places. I mean, you can speed, but if …
Every so often, I remember that sometimes it’s scary to be on a bike contending with speedy, seemingly ambivalent motorized traffic. Yesterday, a somewhat harrowing ride home, the last leg of a three-day journey back from Smith Rock, was one of those days. Highway 224 is a lovely, sparsely populated …
