Life is too short to be stuck in traffic. In Sacramento, I’ve been driving much more than I normally do, and remembering why I don’t particularly enjoy it. In a car, there’s really nothing you can do about how fast you get places. I mean, you can speed, but if …
Every so often, I remember that sometimes it’s scary to be on a bike contending with speedy, seemingly ambivalent motorized traffic. Yesterday, a somewhat harrowing ride home, the last leg of a three-day journey back from Smith Rock, was one of those days. Highway 224 is a lovely, sparsely populated …
