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...