Wednesday. Wednesday to hit the hills. There are no cops out on Wednesdays. Wednesdays in the mountains and Wednesdays in the mountains are good, and quiet. My bike and I and past-present-future. My bike and I and dips and swoops and curves. My bike and I are throttle happy. Throttle happy on Wednesdays.Read More Like Wednesday.
Blessed existence. Went for a ride on Saturday. A real ride. A Saturday wake-me-up in full-leathers. Mist through the mountains. The usual weekend Sea-to-Sky bustle, cops out full throttle, making living, making quota- keeping one’s eyes open, making one’s heart quicken. thick on the throttle and thick in the wind and feeling the weight of […]Read More Like the “there is Nothing like it”
I rode the Duffey Lake Loop many times last summer, commuting from William’s Lake to Vancouver. To and from the ones I care for deeply, making it all the more heartfelt. If only one thing I take from that summer it is that road. It was a May morning, the weekend after my truck accident […]Read More Duffey Lake, Notes from
today we were welding in class. oxyacetylene welding. we welded outside, a group of 15 in the sunshine, wearing thick suede aprons, gloves, and a little cotton caps that made us look like Japanese mechanics. the sun was out for the first time in a long time. from my little window of the welder’s goggles, […]Read More how it was to get away
that is what i remember of that time.Read More what is remembered (to be lifted)