Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can ~ Arthur Ashe My good friend Gary Greer wrote in comments to one of my Bike to End Division posts words to the effect of “aren’t there ways of raising $12,000 for a good cause (in this case, West Town Bikes) that don’t…
Last night in my Econo Lodge motel room, here in Oconto, WI, I peeled a thick rubbery section of skin from the bottom of my surgically repaired left foot. “Uh, oh,”, I thought. I wrenched it in front of me to get a view of the bottom of the foot, which didn’t really work. I…
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…
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…
I had just departed from the Motel 6 in Glendale, WI (Milwaukee for all intents) when I came across these specimens from the animal kingdom, live, cage-free, wild turkeys! I was not in the hinterland. I was in a ‘burb of Milwaukee and there they were. It’s absolutely a fact that no charity ride should…
I got a great start getting into town. First in fog, then through some scenic stretches like this. Today was supposed to be the two-wheel equivalent of a stroll as I navigated my way lazily through the burbs and the city of Milwaukee, a light day to give my legs, buttocks, and sundry ligaments a…
This “pedway” to the bike trail along the lake almost spelled my doom. Easing my bike down the little ramp along the edge didn’t work as planned. I lost control of the bike, when the weight from all the gear on the trailer, pushed it passed me and jammed the front wheel into the opposing…
I’ve done this before. 13 years ago, yeah, sure, but I’ve done it. Back then it was the Grand Illinois Trail, 600 miles that took me from my front door in the western suburbs (River Forest) to Navy Pier, Joliet, straight west on old canal paths, all the way to the Mississippi, north along the…