Life

Portland Peeps: What Are Your Favorite Long Rides?

16 Comments 31 May 2012

It was bound to happen, even with all the traveling. I’m tired of all my Portland rides. I’m tired of Larch. I’m tired of Vernonia Century. I’m tired of Skyline. I’m tired of Sauvie Island. I’m tired of Bridge of the Gods. I’m tired of Marine Drive. Bored. Tired tired tired. So, I ask you: [...]

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Leaving the Garden

8 Comments 22 May 2012

I’m flying to Santa Rosa today, but my body wants to be home. As a form of protest, it spent the last 5 days plaguing me with intermittent fever and fatigue. I stayed in bed for a few days and ate nothing, woke up hot from the inside and cold from the outside. Things are [...]

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Cycling, Life

Shut Up Legs as Life Principle

7 Comments 01 February 2012

There are a lot of things to love about Jens Voigt, his famous “Shut up, Legs!” quote notwithstanding. He is a classic hard man, hitting the gas when the tank is empty, boggling minds with his incredible strength and unmatched will power. He’s also quietly modest about the whole thing and endlessly kind, which makes [...]

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Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep

12 Comments 23 January 2012

I pray the Lord my soul to keep. I’m frequently surprised by what stays with me over the years. In this case, it’s a simple nightly ritual – the idea of expressing gratitude each night before sleeping. We weren’t a particularly religious family though my parents both believed in God. We never went to church [...]

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Anddddd… We’re Back.

1 Comment 20 January 2012

Holy smokes! Where has the time gone? I could tell you where, but that would be boring. What I can tell you is this: my blog had a really bad tummy ache and had to take some time off to get well. Now that it’s all fixed up, we’re super jazzed and ready to go [...]

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Watery Diet Cokes and Deadlines

2 Comments 16 December 2011

It’s not true what they say. You actually do not have to become your parents. The thing is, there’s might be a point where you realize it wouldn’t be so bad. My mother was a journalist. She worked in newspapers for more than 35 years. This is how I attained my extensive swearing vocabulary (sleeping [...]

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