The irreverent musings of a sardonic wisenheimer who’s prone to fits of hopefulness and hypersensitivity.
As it happens, this simple machine has turned out to be, in many ways, a liberation of sorts.When I was a kid, I used to ride my bike everywhere, in all weather, day and night. I lost touch with that until last July, when Tammy got me riding again after about 30+ years away from it. I had forgotten the feeling of peace and freedom I got from sailing along country roads powered only by my own two legs. I'm glad I got that back. It's as good as any medication I've ever taken. It restores the soul. Plus, I look badass in spandex.