It was not without some trepidation that █████ and I embarked on the Active Transportation Alliance's Four Star Bike Tour yesterday. After all, we had to get out of the RAGBRAI kitchen last month because we couldn't stand the heat. Who know how we would fare on
[ continued from yesterday ] █████ loves my Manhattans. I make them in the proper, original fashion, with rye and not bourbon. I always keep a bottle of Templeton rye on hand (though Bulleit rye is a fine choice too), along with Dolin sweet vermouth, Peychaud's bitters and Luxardo cherries. I
[ continued from last week ] In retrospect, we probably could have come up with a solution that didn't involve throwing in the towel completely. We could have ridden each of the next two days until noon, then called for the support wagon and sat out the triple-digit afternoon heat.
[ continued from yesterday ] A clap of thunder dislodged me partially from sleep in the wee hours of the morning. Because it was such a warm night and there was no rain in the forecast, █████ and I had gone to sleep without the fly sheet over our tent, leaving the mesh
[ continued from yesterday ] We woke up on the morning of Sunday, July 22, not nearly as rested as we had hoped to be. But at least the heat of the morning meant that our tent was already nearly dry after the night's thundershower. Our hosts provided coffee and
I know you've all been holding your breath for the past couple of weeks, waiting desperately to hear how RAGBRAI turned out for us. Herein lies a tale. RAGBRAI, as you may recall, is a seven-day bike ride across Iowa that takes place every year at the end
I'm not sure when or why we first started thinking it was a good idea. Probably nearly a year ago, when we were visiting our friend Colin and the ride seemed fun and impossibly far off in time. I'm talking about RAGBRAI—the [Des Moines] Register&
milepost 0 a bike towing a dog with its hindquarters on a cart a totem pole a line of hand-holding kindergartners being urged by their teacher in French to move quickly across the path statues of chesspieces volleyball players ripening like wheat in the sun a golden retriever running full-tilt
A couple of weird things happened yesterday. The first came relatively early, as Ella and I were out on our Sunday morning walk. █████ and I usually walk Ella together on Sunday mornings, but █████ had a cough and a fever so I was walking Ella alone. We try to walk her
Writing Is a lot like Riding a bicycle Not because it's so easy To get back up on But because Sometimes You're Flying along And you go farther Than you intended to go And you have to Turn around and take Yourself home And it'
Biking on Bryn Mawr Avenue, clear sky, afternoon sun, I pull over to the curb for the ambulance hurtling my way. But it turns on Clark, and as I pass through the intersection I see the gapers gathered, the body in the street, face down, lying twisted like a crash-test
Spotted in Chicago, and photographed by █████'s iPhone, at the corner of Diversey Parkway, Racine Avenue, and Lincoln Avenue: And then, for good measure, they break your kneecaps.
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