OK. So I haven't written anything. You're wondering why.
Pushed for the truth, here's the best reason I can dig up: Because I forgot I started this blog. How's that?
I didn't ride much over the winter, but I am in full swing for this season. My goal is 600 miles this summer. I will likely fall short of that, but I will give it a kick and see how far I can go.
You may hear from me soon. Or I may wait another 12 months to post. Since I am writing to myself, who really fucking cares?
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Saturday, July 25, 2009
You're an asshole
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Why am I doing this?
I guess this is a test. It's the sound of one hand clapping, to see if anyone is around.
I figured I would write about some of my experiences while biking. Mostly good; some bad. I've only been biking for about a year and a half, but I've been writing since I could hold a pencil. According to my brother, that would be since the 10th grade.
When my mother in-law bought me a digital camera to take on my biking trips, I figured the pictures wouldn't be any good unless I had someone to look at them. And other than my wife, who prefers photos to words? So I figured I better write something.
Welcome to my blog.
Why do I ride? Well, it started out for the health of it. My doctor said I had to do something or else I'd be in trouble. Problem was, all those years of watching basketball from the bench in high school really took a toll on my knees. So biking became my thing. Having a Cannondale in the basement gathering rust made the choice easy for me. But since I started riding along the nearby rails-to-trails system, I have become addicted to my short journeys across the county.
Oh, that health thing. I was diagnosed as a type-2 diabetic. I got the sugar. My blood-sugar numbers weren't that bad, but I've got a family history of this crap, so my doctor said I better get things under control. My father was a type-1 diabetic, and he would have died from it, if Route 948 hadn't been so icy that morning in 1980.
Why do I write? Because I can. Well, some people say I am a shitty writer. That's fine. They're shitty people.
So this is my blog. Welcome to my world. I hope you enjoy the stay.
I figured I would write about some of my experiences while biking. Mostly good; some bad. I've only been biking for about a year and a half, but I've been writing since I could hold a pencil. According to my brother, that would be since the 10th grade.
When my mother in-law bought me a digital camera to take on my biking trips, I figured the pictures wouldn't be any good unless I had someone to look at them. And other than my wife, who prefers photos to words? So I figured I better write something.
Welcome to my blog.
Why do I ride? Well, it started out for the health of it. My doctor said I had to do something or else I'd be in trouble. Problem was, all those years of watching basketball from the bench in high school really took a toll on my knees. So biking became my thing. Having a Cannondale in the basement gathering rust made the choice easy for me. But since I started riding along the nearby rails-to-trails system, I have become addicted to my short journeys across the county.
Oh, that health thing. I was diagnosed as a type-2 diabetic. I got the sugar. My blood-sugar numbers weren't that bad, but I've got a family history of this crap, so my doctor said I better get things under control. My father was a type-1 diabetic, and he would have died from it, if Route 948 hadn't been so icy that morning in 1980.
Why do I write? Because I can. Well, some people say I am a shitty writer. That's fine. They're shitty people.
So this is my blog. Welcome to my world. I hope you enjoy the stay.
On the Ghost Town Trail
I set my personal best today. I pedaled for 19.399 miles. I know you don't care. But, hey, it means something to me.
I went from Dilltown, home of the Dillweed (not Dillhole) Bed and Breakfast all the way to the fascinating borough of Twin Rocks. Somewhere in there, I crossed the county line.
Tired? Yeah a bit.
Here's some shots from the trip. Forgive my lack of photographic skill.
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