Which Side of the Tracks Do You Come From?

A fundraising goal of $12,000 was a stretch goal (contributes are still welcome and coming in though!) but one could argue that the other goal, biking to end division, was even stretchier. I mean, when I purchased the domain name, biketoenddivison.org, it sounded a little grandiose, almost pompous. This is a country that is no…

Psychological Debris from an Anxiety-Ridden, Failed Attempt to Orbit a Big Lake

On any of my long-distance bike rides, the whirl I took around the Grand Illinois Trail (600 miles), the sweep up and down the Katy in Missouri (443 miles), or finally last week’s aborted attempt to circle Lake Michigan (250 miles), I had my share of fears and doubts. On this last one though, these…

How Quickly Fear, the Quicksand of the Psyche, Can Drown You

I intended to use this trip to meditate on fear. To that purpose, I was far from cheated. I was flabbergasted by own dread, how each evening it reached a pitch and subsided somewhat in the morning when the looming, practical necessity of checking out a motel room or my AirBnb lodging forced that down…

Just Left Belgium, Denmark’s Gotta Be Around Here Somewhere

When you think of Wisconsin, what do you think? Cheeseheads, cheese curds, the Packers, Governor Scott Walker? Naw, you meant to say red barns. It’s the ferrous oxide (iron) that was mixed with linseed oil, milk, and lime that made the barns rust colored according to this WideOpenCountry article, Why Barns Are Red. I reckon…