A gift from Yokohama is one of the highlights of my basic training ride.
I tried to write haiku every day while in Japan, but the only good ones came when considering my husband's utter collapse climbing the stiff little hills, no mere speed bumps, that constitute the majority of Japan.
...it seems almost pointless to research about it. I figure that if my brain is going to explode in the complete otherness of it, I might as well embrace that and spend what time is left trying to keep my heart from exploding on the bicycle.
Barlow Pass on the Mountain Loop Highway offers one of the best scenery to suffering cycling ratios.
Keeping close to the water was the way to beat an unusually warm Seattle day.
Revisiting old failures, the 124-mile circuit around the Hood Canal becomes my longest ride.
With the cherry blossoms being swept down the drain today and spring disappearing, I've got fewer and fewer days I can take an out due to rain, wind, or malaise.