Tuesday Trippin’ June 8
I bought mascara for our family trip last week. I don’t know how long it’s been since I used any and it was the 4th day, the actual day of the graduation celebration before...
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Cycling Jerseys
For all of my lack of attention to the finer points that cycling gear aficionados care about, I’m a little picky about jerseys (and tights) though, not really in the usual way. In general,...
Tuesday Trippin’ April 6 & 13
Another “Trippin’” post that covers two weeks here, I don’t think it will become the norm. Leading up to April 6 was a whirlwind, shifting into better rides again (while dealing with those incredible...
Tuesday Trippin’ March 9
Training-wise, the struggle goes on. stress-wise, we’re beginning to level out after the recent rash of health scares. Daylight Savings Time (DLS) is just around the corner. The logic of DLS has always eluded...
Racking it Up, Bicycle Racks
Racks are pretty quick and easy to talk about. Through the years, I’ve tried a variety of different kinds of options. As a kid growing up in the rural south, riding my bike always...
Tuesday Trippin’ March 2
The Ups The week has been on and off, with big ups and downs. The up was that Russ signaled interest in the project beyond just being encouraging. He’s always supportive, but this is...
Tuesday Trippin’ February 23
It’s been a week. I’m grateful that things weren’t worse, but I’m still ready for much better ones. The weather has been great, but I’ve only been out in it once. We had medical...
Tuesday Trippin’ February 15
The first part of the week was nice, got in a couple of longer (for now) rides, but then the arctic blast showed up. It really wasn’t as bad here in Georgia, especially not...
Glorious Tuesday Trippin’ February 8
A small older man with a small dog used to sit on this bench, or, sometimes, the other one directly across the trail from it. He would greet people and wish them well. The...
Glove Grief
Gloves challenge my natural tendencies, but their absence can cause my body grief. That kid who doesn’t want to bother with a jacket still lives strong in my inner world, and she is interested...