With no obstacles, bumps, other cyclists as causal effects, this story is about putting the best possible spin on otherwise questionable events.
Q: When?
A: 11am Christmas Morning 2013. Getting a one hour ride in before heading to Martha and Ken's for Xmas Dinner
Q: Where?
A: Back side 'S' curves of The Veloway, at top of the long hill right before the entrance/parking. Read more »
The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean- the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass,
how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed,
how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
[Found in inbox, source anonymous:]
It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then -- just to loosen up and be a part of the crowd.
Inevitably, though, one thought led to another, and soon I was more than just a social thinker.
I began to think alone -- "to relax," I told myself -- but I knew it wasn't true. Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking all the time.
That was when things began to sour at home. One evening I turned off the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that night at her mother's.
I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix, but I couldn't help myself.
I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau, Muir, Confucius and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly that we are doing here?" Read more »
Gets my vote. Read more »
It will be fun to see how fast this goes viral. When initially posted on this blog, it had 500k views.
Riding with neighbors who invited me out for this morning's ride to Lake Pflugerville.
Estimated miles for this calendar year: 4600 miles. I was targeting 5000 miles, but I kinda got side-tracked for a few weeks moving myself to Austin. Still, this is an all time high for me and something of an accomplishment. Read more »
Anyone who knows me knows that I am an avid cyclist, so it might seem strange that I advise others against taking up this dangerous activity.
A pedestrian was hit by a cyclist and killed this weekend here in Dallas
It happened on one of the most popular hike and bike trails. Here is the story.
There has already been, and will continue to be much talk about how to make that very crowded trail a safer place for cyclists and pedestrians alike. This is necessary, but not sufficient, because wherever there are cyclists there is danger. That's a fact of the sport, regardless of all the good intentions.
This blog is not about how to make it safer, though that is just as important. This blog is about recognizing the danger in the first place. Read more »
Information is stupid when it is not actionable, and that counts double when there's just too much of it.
This blog on ribbonfarm.com addresses that issue. 7 simple tests to keep your enterprise steering in the right direction. Read more »
Switched out tires today on my "training" bike that I purchased [used] earlier this year.
This bicycle is now over 2 lbs lighter. And best of all, it is weight that is lost in the wheels, which is the best place to lose weight, according to those who know these things.
Pretty nice gain for me, it rides like a completely different bike with that weight difference. Read more »
Writing software can be tedious, so this weekend it was easy to get distracted by this recent drive to cook pinto beans.
[Note: I really need to submit this blog to some kind of contest for horrible writing. I'm leaving it up just to remind myself how ridculous I can be. The recipe linked here is great, though...] Read more »
