twist my rubber arm with a butter tart
James’ FJR was parked in the street and he was working on the Warrior in the driveway when I got home around noon. He keeps one of his bikes…
James’ FJR was parked in the street and he was working on the Warrior in the driveway when I got home around noon. He keeps one of his bikes…
I was struck by something coincidental in the Collingwood sunset pic above as I looked through the loop photos. Maybe it’s just me, I thought. “Do you notice anything interesting…
I sprained my left ankle walking down the street in a pre-ride stroll about a month ago and I couldn’t ride for two and a half weeks. It seemed…
When I was at my wits end in the spring and summer of 2012, I took Mom into the fields around her rural home to gather wildflowers. We walked,…
I first created and shared this post on June 22, 2014. I’m republishing it again on June 4, 2020, because today I have felt joyful after what has seemed a…
I adore walking early on spring mornings. The air is fresh and crisp. The world is full of promise. Anything and everything seems possible. It’s gorgeous and glorious. I treasure getting…