Heroes and humanity

Riding my mountain bike has served as my muse ever since I could remember, but as with anything life can get in the way and obscure that which is right in front of us. For me it took a brush with my own mortality to rediscover what I had lost. As I was riding this …

Pause from the pedal

I've put in about 7.2 miles according to my speedometer. Riding along a beautiful stretch of Herring Run started me to thinking about what a contradiction that this slice of nature is and how it serves as a metaphor for people and life in general. The thoughts racing through my head ultimately became too much …

Littering: a hobby, sport or just plain stupid?

I am still in a daze of disbelief, the sheer innocence and ignorance of the event was numbing at best. A long day coming to a close with a few scant minutes of sunlight left, I was looking forward to just sitting in one place and listen to the melodic sounds of my knees pop. …

The Bike Ride

I recently got back into riding my bike and admittedly it is serving as a time machine of sorts, causing me to recall the love I had for riding my bike as a child growing up in Chicago. I remember my best friend and I jumping on our bikes and riding from the North side …