I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods. Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup. ~Wendell Berry
Monday, September 5, 2011
Four wheels move the body.
Two wheels move the soul.
Ride, eat, sleep...repeat.
A good long ride can clear your mind, restore your faith, and use up a lot of fuel.
It’s not what you ride, it’s your attitude that it counts.