Author: jbo

A friend of mine posts rides that occasionally have titles such as Humble Island and Leady lead McLeadLegs. And when I open these rides and look at the stats, I see segment times at or beyond my PRs. This reminds me of the relativity of cycling sentiment. I think this is like the food chain, […]

“To MTB or not to MTB, that is the question.“ In retrospect, it was a pretty stupid question,but one that I did actually ask myself.And flying down Winesap, I knew I had made the right decision. 202: Hours of Powers

Willpower, noun: On a prolonged climb, sitting in your lowest gear for so long you can’t remember when you last shifted, you push the downshifter with so much power that a new lower gear materializes on the inside of the cassette. 191: My Tiling Other

… When the objective is reaching those fringe tiles. Bryn and I muscled up a steep-ish climb in direct sunlight on a 90+ degree morning. And while the “is this a good idea?” and “how about we go for this another day?” questions repeated in our head, with each repeat we were a just a […]

I have three brothers that know cars. And a father that knew cars. I made it as far as learning how to change the oil. So opening a car hood is not an action that “sparks joy.” Luke turned the key and there was a click, but nothing else. No crank in the engine, and […]

My 20-year-old son, Drew. ordered his breakfast. Then I said to our server, “I’ll have exactly what he’s having.” The server left and Drew said, “Copycat.” “Indeed, Drew. You are a copycat.”

This is a line that my father-in-law uses that I love. It is only used in the past tense, and it’s used to explain the unintentional detaching for some inner reflection time. It’s probably the best excuse you can have for those moments in a conversation when the other conversers realize that you’re no longer […]

“Not Safe For Strava?” On my ride today, all the potential ride titles i was coming up ended up sounding too racy (though no raciness intended). So I stuck with a safe title, using the lyrics from “AM Radio”: 162: “With Big Bell Bottoms And Groovy Long Hair…”. Now, a bit later, I realize that […]

I have a son,His name is Drew.When my legs quit early,Here’s what I do. I text him with an offerOf drinks and food for free,If he drives outTo rescue me. I love my son,He’s quick with his texting!And he loves meFor the Fatburger he’s now eating! 150: Drüber

A friend of ours was telling me about their son’s summer internship plans. Their son had been debating several options, and one of them involved a line of work that others described to him as “selling your soul to the devil.” Obviously, this made him uneasy about even entertaining the idea. But I think there’s […]