Be Carried, My Dear
There are so many times when I would like to be carried. When I would like to stare as though I was a child, be loose and give myself over to being moved.
Already Ridden It
Maybe that's the most beautiful thing about having "already ridden it". That it frees you up to see the unexpected things that happen rather than gripping the handlebars so tight and memorizing the tread on your front tire.
Bad Ways to Exit a Canyon
This body, the one I’ve hated and mistrusted and treated more poorly than anything else I’ve ever owned – it still worked, and it worked well.
Windblown Wallflower
Funny that something invisible can hold the power to take down - well, really - anything.