The Thursday ride had through four rain showers by the time we reached the bakery. Today’s pace was sedate and my jacket - its waterproofness long worn-out and washed away - had soaked through and dried out three times, and  the warmth of the bakery had it working hard on its fourth time through this … Continue reading Chatty


I fucked up the rotation. Twice. It had been awhile since I’d ridden with a group, especially like this. Six of had us met  for the Thursday morning ride and now we’re headed South on Lake Washington BLVD toward Seward Park. At first we rode two up, but now we are single file. Sorta. I’m … Continue reading Rotation