Meeting St. Louis

The corners of a city curve with each look; blunts by discovery. After arriving in St. Louis, my first thought was that I had no idea what the hell to do. I had spent three weeks slowly completing this journey, and then, one day, I was there. Fortunately, I at least had an initial stopping […]

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The destination, but not arrival

riding bicycles is man’s enhancement with it we are supermen On Monday, September 18, I rode through the northern suburbs of St. Louis. Despite the fact that I knew where I was, I couldn’t help but feel like it was just another day on the road. There was nothing about the ride that suggested anything […]

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Reflections while resting

One rides to arrive. Another just to survive. I, to be alive. With each stroke of the pedal, through an endless rolling landscape, under a cloudless sky with 90 degree heat, one can feel themselves getting a little fatigued. You could chalk it up to road exhaustion, but more than anything else, I just need […]

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To the friends not yet met

Strangers wait in the daylight. Motives of kindness give travelers homes. “I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.” -Blanche DuBois Despite the dark tone the above quote has at the ending of Tennessee Williams’ “A Streetcar Named Desire,” I’ve certainly found that Blanche gave some inadvertently good advice. My time on the road […]

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To sleep perchance to dream

Sight of stars begs us relax in silence, resting in the shade of earth. There has been very few days of this trip where I knew where I was going to sleep at the start of each day. That’s new to me. In fact, I often don’t know where that will be until I finally […]

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Memories from the road

The feeling of wind   in your face suggests moments of life in movement Pieces of my old life often interrupt me while I live the new one, such as with the reminder of Labor Day that I mentioned in the last post. But memories emerge often unexpectedly, and in strange ways. While riding through […]

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In the beginning, there was…

The feeling of earth drifting past your body is to know one’s progress. I didn’t think it would be like this. Surely, taking a month-long bike tour across several states is a daunting task if you’ve never done it before, but I didn’t expect the state of mind I experienced the morning of my departure. […]

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