Damned Wind

“That type of riding is so much more fun than just Going out and attacking the shit out of each other.” I told ZD as we climbed the last little bump before Going our separate ways. I have to say It twice because I have a mush mouth And because of the wind, and the…

Into a Headwind

The garbage truck had passed us and then gotten caught at the light three times now. We were in South Everett, on one of those roads that seems like it would run straight forever, with long spans of greyed blacktop between the lights. The type of road that is never fun, but always seems to…

Even Pros Get the Blues

I think that maybe the overwhelming desire of amateurs to look and try to be PRO is starting to fade. At the very least the over emphasis on “looking pro” is starting to fade. As a trend it is being replaced by an emphasis on adventure and “fun”. Though it often bears repeating that what…