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Category Archives: Poetic
The Far (April) Field
Spring has come! Time to reawaken! Time to get back on the trail! I have to admit: it’s been too long. During these last cold months I’ve pretty much forgotten about trail riding. If I’ve been on a bike at … Continue reading
Posted in Poetic, Winter
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March, Spring, and Risking Your Heart
I’m getting excited about spring. I’m getting excited about daylight savings time. I’m getting excited about riding again. But there’s that nagging, curmudgeonly voice in my head, that lazy and insecure blabbermouth, that not-interested shade of me that is tired … Continue reading
Posted in Poetic, Really Deep Thoughts
Tagged big ideas, deep thoughts, louise erdrich, mountain biking, pain, riding in spring, spring
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Rambling Existential Questions, Inspired by a Bike Show and The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
I really want to go to the North American Handmade Bike Show here in Denver this weekend, but then again, I’m not in the market for a new, handmade bike made of bamboo, ash, titanium, vibranium, or compressed coffee grounds. … Continue reading
Surviving the Cold
Finally it seems as if winter is here, and while I’m a bit bummed about the frigid air outside and the brutally dry air inside, I’m a bit relieved. After all, this summer seemed, well, apocalyptic in its heat, and … Continue reading
Posted in Poetic, Winter
Tagged biking in winter, bob dylan, green mountain, green mountain denver, mark strand, mountain biking, rilke, robert frost, tangled up in blue
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Postcards From November
I wish postcards were still a part of our written culture. There’s something whimsical and nostalgic about them, something poetic in their paucity of words and dependence on images, and the fact that they are both private and public in … Continue reading