Just Spinning
Meditations from a life in movement.

Welcome HAHA

Like any good affair, we showed up suspiciously disheveled and slightly concerned about how we might smell in public places, invented excuses for why dinner might be late and showed up at teachers conferences a bit overly clean and Daysi’s hair suspiciously wet.

Constellations

I was, once again, in full survival mode with even worse pavement than Route 12, and with just as little shade as on my journey the Sierra Nevada in ’84. Different geographies. Different decades. Same place.

Trashed

A new bike will cure almost all afflictions; especially useful in the treatment of ague, melancholy, bad humours of the blood and troubled relationships. The treatment is a bit more expensive than the venerable practice of bloodletting but with less mess and similar efficacy.

Once in Four Lifetimes

I heard little else that night over the recriminations raging in my head. All I had to do was stop! – get off the bike and walk all of us through. Grampa had never cycled through a tunnel before.

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