New Zealand. Family wedding. 19 hours in the air. 9,000 miles from home. It’s not what you’d call […]
Mountain BIking
Bruises. There’s one on my left side, just below the ribs, from where I fell off my gravel […]
Pour your tea. Let the leaves float free. Drink it down fast. Hand it over. The future is […]
Here’s another thing I wrote for RKP. I’m reposting now because of course, this sort of adventure has […]
I know how turtles feel, suddenly staring at the sky, legs flailing, vulnerability turning quickly to panic. I […]
I ignore my phone a lot, leave it on silent mode, so I didn’t see the text until […]
New England mountain biking is low flow. Even where someone has “designed” a trail, you don’t find lengths […]
This piece appeared originally at The Cycling Independent. Sometimes the simple act of riding a bike for fun […]
Let the record show that at precisely 12:07pm today, my oldest son said to me, “Dad, will you […]
Here’s a piece by my friend Chapman who has been instrumental in helping me get this site off […]
Dirt Soul Search 