What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stranger

Botching the Biking July 23, 2016

I’m not the best at riding a bike. I mean, I can do it. On a level, concrete surface that doesn’t twist or turn too much. And doesn’t have too many people around. And if my backpack has even weight distribution.

Basically, I suck.

I didn’t learn to ride a bike as young as most kids do. Between my mom working crazy hours and my dad’s super bad knees, there just wasn’t anyone who could spend hours in a parking lot trying to get me to peddle. There was a guy who lived down the road who was willing to teach me.

He had been in a bad accident and didn’t have much use of one side of his body, but he could ride a bike like a fiend. I figured if he could ride with one good leg, surely I could do it with two! He had me meet him in the fire department parking lot and told me to wear overalls. I didn’t really know why, but I was so desperate to learn I figured it was best not to ask questions. (more…)


Wanderlust and Bicycles August 9, 2014

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I need a vacation. I know you’re probably thinking Poor baby, you’ve not been on vacation for eleven months, and now you’re whining. I live in Alaska, soon to be Pennsylvania, and then on to Florida. I have it very rough, I know. But I miss sleeping in a tent. I miss seeing a place I’ve never seen. I have an incurable case of wanderlust.

I could camp in Alaska, but honestly, I hate being cold. And wet. Those are my two least favorite things, and it’s been a very cold, wet summer here. And sleeping in a tent at less than 50 degrees is not my idea of fun. So, I have decided to devote the next week of blogs to my favorite summer vacations to alleviate my need for a beach through memory. (more…)