Quartet

The polar bears are waiting for well-done.
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go.
— Hamlet

The polar bears are waiting for well-done.
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go.
— Hamlet

Ride we had planned to take last year.
My biking buddy and I were stretching the concept of aging. We were trusting our instincts to keep us out of cars’ way, and pushing forward in terms of distance, testing our survival chances one way & another.

“To a biker the sensation is real and pure and akin to something spiritual: you seek, and on the road you find.”
Caroline Knapp