My bike for the entirety of the training weekend was numbered 421. Not to be mistaken for Will Ferguson’s Giller award winning 419, which refers to “the section in the Nigerian Criminal Code that deals with obtaining money or goods under false pretences.” The only way I was going to obtain my M2 would beContinue reading “421”
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bicycle race
I have been riding my bike for the past two weeks, trying to get ready. Until then, it was hanging in the garage, not yet rescued from its winter home until we returned from the cottage. I purchased the antique, used, several years ago as part of an increased exercise regime. It has fenders, whichContinue reading “bicycle race”
the itch
I don’t know exactly when I first had the itch to learn to ride a motorcycle. Many years ago, when our son was playing baseball, another father owned one and I recall his waxing poetic about cruising the Don Valley on a late, warm summer evening, when traffic was light. I could imagine winding upContinue reading “the itch”
my writing history
Several years ago I had the opportunity to join a work related visit to China. I had traveled before, mostly to Europe for personal vacation, but a trip to East Asia seemed to be a wholly different world. I wanted to share that experience with my family so each night I wrote an email homeContinue reading “my writing history”
