While I was waiting for my shipped bike to show up to Lake Tahoe, I borrowed my aunt’s bike. Yep, the one that I borrowed from her when I was in Morgan Hill, CA earlier this year. The old, creaky, heavy one that, regardless, provides a pretty solid means of…
Oh, Tahoe. This is where I came every summer as a kiddo, where I grew up learning to walk barefoot, get dirty, play outside. It’s where I had what seemed to be total freedom so long as I came back for meals, a land of no watches, where time existed…
My little bike is all boxed up and waiting to be whisked away to Tahoe. Think it happy thoughts for safe travels! (I’m a little nervous about my boxing job, but hopefully it’ll be okay.) It is so super rare for me to have time off during the summer–and I’m…
I don’t want to sound like Ms-I’m-so-entitled here, but it really annoys me when roads are paved like this: This is not exactly bike friendly. Granted, at least that part way off to the right is sort of pavement, but the super-groovy, rattles-your-bones, collects-all-the-glass sort of pavement we’re talking here…