a bike for all seasons
four seasons, many stories...
Each summer the moon draws the tides high onto the land. Our creek fills to the brim and overflows. If there is heavy rain falling and big seas surging when these...
Clouds lingered overhead and tickled the humidity to life. I sweated. The promise of rain didn’t deliver and my ride up the Tallebudgera Valley was a warm and sticky one. Yet it...
My mother always said things come in threes. Some might call it superstition or coincidence or the result of energy following the mind’s focus. But more often than not, things in threes seemed to...
a bike for all seasons 