on a wing and a prayer
I’ve always loved the expression ‘on a wing and a prayer.’ It implies imminent danger and precarious hope, both of which feel present to me every time I ride….
I’ve always loved the expression ‘on a wing and a prayer.’ It implies imminent danger and precarious hope, both of which feel present to me every time I ride….
The answer is simple: oops! Blue and I had a great ride back to Almonte, ON, from North Hatley, QC, a distance of about 425 kms. I should have…
Two years ago this week, I started to learn how to ride a motorcycle. Two years later, I’m still learning. There’s nothing particularly noteworthy about that in and of…
I was determined to make today’s ride work after yesterday’s misadventure in which I stayed out too long in the scorching sun and almost set myself and Blue on…
It was meant to be 30 C (feels like 42 C) by early afternoon and I don’t handle searing hot temperatures well. Had I left on schedule at 7 am,…
It was a perfect day to #RideTheHighlands. Not too hot, not too cool. Bright sun and blue skies with a few clouds here and there. WindSister and fellow Canadian…
I got up early this morning and rode for two hours in less-than-ideal conditions to volunteer at a poker run for a good cause. During the ride to the…
In many ways, I am a creature of habit. I have the same thing every day for breakfast — which I eat at lunchtime — sometimes for months or…
Today was YET ANOTHER PERFECT DAY for riding. Almost better than Sunday. As it was such an amazing day, I thought I would again try a loop to Barry’s…
Today was another perfect day for riding. I got up early and was away by 07:30; I got home more than eleven hours later. Of course I didn’t ride…