A letter to mother
Dear Mom: I really love you a lot. I hope you know that. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be what I am today. Well, I guess it’s not …
Dear Mom: I really love you a lot. I hope you know that. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be what I am today. Well, I guess it’s not …
By now you’ve committed to the Belgian Waffle Ride. There’s still time to turn back, but not really, because you’ve gravely overestimated your fitness and ability to suffer, and no …
Yesterday’s New Pier Ride: “Yo, Wankmeister…could you just once post something with less than 10,000 words?” Ok! Bull Seivert, raging nonstop at the front. NPR by the numbers: 70% never …
A second recon ride was held on Saturday. I wanted to attend, but had to go grocery shopping. Twenty riders participated. Two finished. It’s true, the twenty consisted mainly of …
Now is the time to just turn around and walk away. This ride isn’t for us. By admitting it now we will be branded cowards, weaklings, and complete frauds. By …
The sun did not shine. It was too wet to ride. So we sat in the house. And we felt like we’d died. I sat there with Sally, we sat …