Category Archives: bike riding

Sit your rump down somewhere – A wake up call

I’ve often made mention of the high esteem that I hold my late paternal Grandmother and my Great Aunt in. I have the distinction of them serving as my Guardian Angels and my muses – as they consistently provide me an inexhaustible source of inspiration, guidance and if that wasn’t enough, ensuring that I survivedContinue reading “Sit your rump down somewhere – A wake up call”

Enlisting Father Time as my companion.

It wasn’t unlike the opening minutes of a 12 round fight; circling my antagonist with my guard up probing for any weaknesses that I could exploit to my advantage, but I quickly found there were none at my disposal. Unfortunately for me this foe is unlike any that I have encountered, my jabs will notContinue reading “Enlisting Father Time as my companion.”

My complicated but necessary relationship with “IT”

When I was a child and words failed me, I would refer to a nebulous idea or object as “It”, which would always prompt my Mother to say, “What is an it?” She went on to tell me that an “It” is an inanimate object or something without a shape or form – she encouragedContinue reading “My complicated but necessary relationship with “IT””

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 muchContinue reading “Pause from the pedal”