Of what we ride…
The surest thing there is is we are riders, And though none too successful at it, guiders, Through everything presented, land and tide And now the very air, of what…
Ends of trails never end stories…
One thing that is apparent after an 8000 mile road trip in eighteen days is that, while the outside of the car looks the same once you run it through…
A dog under a shade tree…
It takes no leash to hold a dog under a shade tree. Starting days cheered onto the track (this time at Richmond). And onward… So far we’ve made it up…
A girl, a dog, and a Mini Cooper…
I have a propensity to do rather outlandish things. And by outlandish, I do not mean “wild” or “unruly.” I just mean… outlandish. Unusual. Possibly idiosyncratic. I’ve never really done anything…