Recycled and Recounted

It was 1989, my thoughts were short, my hair was long ; c aught somewhere between a boy and man. Oh wait, that’s not right. But I was ...

I’m fond of saying “there’s always somebody crazier.” By pedestrian standards, I ride a lot of miles on my bike. By randonneur standard...

On Saturday, 10 of my friends met me at Safeway to ride up Mount Hamilton. This particular route is a “Permanent” in Randonneur terms – m...