On the way home Thursday, I suddenly remembered I had forgotten to make a phone call before I got on the bike. It is my habit to check in with someone before I traverse the city on my bike because, well, you never know. On this particular evening, I hadn't done that.When I got to the halfway point, I pulled over and dug my cellphone out of the trailer. I…[more]

I spent a lot of evenings daydreaming on the southbound 405. And the 105 West. And the 605 South. And the 91 West. At 5 miles per hour. For 2.5 hours. I would daydream about riding my bike, going on a long run, maybe doing the occassional lap swim. instead, I crawled along the pavement with a few thousand other cars, snaking my way through a…[more]