I got out with Bob and the group.

The urban scene, its people and processes. Cycling through Santa Barbara Wine Country. A few weekends ago, I took an afternoon away from the little one to finally do a little riding coupled with wine tasting. Tacos Don Roge, close to Carpinteria beach.

Irreverent observations from an urban cyclist. About Tales From The Sharrows. Allen is the name of my personal trainer. I feel trained, personally.

sometimes it may seem like it is, but that is especially when you need to remember that it is not. Fresh hop king of ohio. Plunders of the old world. Our ode to potent potables. Tuesday, June 9, 2015.

A Few Spokes Shy of a Wheel. Monday, December 10, 2012. Same stuff, different software. Saturday, December 8, 2012. Friday Fun and the Spanish Inquisition. Skippy had a different approach. Then, he would slap your wrist with his.

Friday, May 31, 2013. Of course, I had no energy for riding much farther than a couple of miles. I did participate in Bike to Work Day on May 17 even though it felt like a cheat.

For Steel Frames and Personal Musings. Have you ever gone on a ride and your stress levels go way up? I did a ride yesterday after taking off ft about a month. It felt great to go out. Being sick, busy job, vacationing, you know, first world problems, have kept me off the bike. Right now, not on my saddle. I suppose the underlying angs.

Bicycle, adventures, Recife, Brazil, Earth. Follow Bicycle Adventures on WordPress. A nice ride to Itapoama, a nearby beach.

I obviously failed in my attempts to blog about training for a triathlon. My brief stint in the triathlon world has taught me that triathletes LOVE TO TALK ABOUT TRAINING. Not being terrified of the swim.