Dovina14 Mar 2007
But pedaling like a muppet is an excuse for poetry, as a brain drained of blood to service pushing legs puts out its best verse.
I took off the training wheels after ten thousand miles and am practicing on the lower bars after thirty thousand. It has been a blasphemous ordeal, and one thatâs brought a great deal of shame, but after this cross-country ride, I hope to have the experience needed to take on the Santa Monica Bike Trail.