I write and I bike. Part of me wants to say that “I ride bikes” and not that “I bike.” That part would be the writer part. The bike part is winning. Although I continue to write for a living, my time outside of that endeavor is increasingly filled with plans for more miles, tougher hills, and gear. Always more gear.
At this point, I would like to apologise to my novel. I do think about you. But mostly when I’m out on my bike.
I have no doubt that these two pursuits influence each other in a positive way, and I hope one day they will perhaps smelt themselves into some kind of ride-able tome of awesomeness.
I’m an Australian living
in the wilds of Brooklyn, New York. This city has embraced me for just over 7 years. It’s been a nice embrace. Snug. Full body cuddle. We like each other. The drivers, maybe not so much. Since October 2008, I’ve been exploring in and out of the city by bike. Finding new routes, meeting new two-wheeled friends, and generally finding out that no one can see you on a bike. Even if you’ve made eye contact, you probably haven’t registered in their brain. I look forward to expanding my exploratory perimeter.
I USED to live in Brooklyn. Now I live in California. I work at a bike company that starts with a giant letter S. This is a direct result of my life-changing trip. Wanted to do something involved bikes. Am doing something involving bikes. So. There you go.