July 2011
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May 2011
1 post
the long ride
into the hills to escape adventure, venturing the heights for pleasure
northbound and bent to be back on the hull of this hollow pipe
tempered by rage and obedience
i’m coming home with new skin tuned to the worries of the lost
tearing, soul of my childhood where the knife’s edge kept on
past mother mountain—landings the launching pads
tops of trees the view
slow, clip...
March 2011
2 posts
riding the tide
As the quarter before my final quarter of grad school gets ready to begin—the percolating potential of pedaling LA»GR is in robust aroma. I have been reflecting today on the question a close friend of mine had been asking with his family, that is, “If God was really with you, what would you be doing?” It is a question I just can’t shake.
I got hit by a car back on November 12th and have been...
in the drops
The night is a quiet space when you think about it. The darkness seems to absorb the sounds and the streets are so empty. When I ride at night I feel so fast too. Maybe its because I can only see so far and shapes seem to fly by just a half a second faster than the norm. It is in those half seconds that I feel invited to reach down to the drop bars.
Now it may seem odd, because it is, but the...
July 2010
1 post
lets ride
I was in the mountains riding a few days ago. I could feel my pulse in my temples and drool was beginning to pool in my beard. The tension on my chain was what I imagined the jaws of a sizable animal capable of maintaining—I get this from what I have read about alligators. But my shadow climbed with me—cheering the whole thing on. Then, as I got to the top of a hill with a few gears...
December 2009
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