Yo! Check out that guy on the bike. He’s stopping to take our picture! We’re sitting ducks! What do we do!? We gotta get the hell outta here! Mom!! I’m right here kids. Just chill out and follow me — tight formation! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 and 9, good! But Rodney! …
Sigh. I love figs. I mean I LOVE figs. Maybe not 81 of them, like the pile pictured here that I picked up around the patio this morning, but a few good fresh, ripened figs from a tree is a joy to me. Num num num. Num. The fig trees in our our backyard produce …
I got an email from a fellow named Eduardo who’s recently and awesomely gotten back on the bike saddle for his work commutes and… well here, let me let him tell you: I’ve been reading your blog and other entries on group blogs and have enjoyed your take on various aspect of cycling in Los …
Riding home last Friday I somehow managed to hit a big enough bump or pothole to dislodge the business end of the awesomely bright rear blinky light on my bike, leaving me with nothing more than than the rear casing attached to my saddlebag. I used some of my small strap-on LEDs in the interim …
General consensus is that April’s the cruelest month, but for the second June in a row I’ve taken a decent spill on my bike that left me battered up. Last year it was all my fault — mechanically speaking. Nothing random about it. I’d set myself up for a fall because earlier that day I’d …
(click to triplify) To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee . . . Emily Dickinson
Nine days ago, after thinking our doorway spider mom was on her last legs having successfully guarded and hatched the dozens of spiderlings from her first egg sac, she surprised and delighted me with a second ball o’ babies to be and since then I’ve been monitoring it pretty much every day in anticipation of …