Limping back into biking. Well, more like cursing and falling a lot rather than limping...

I didn't start driving until I was in my 30s.  Frankly, I missed out on the need to drive when I was a teenager because I could - and did - bike everywhere I needed to go, including work.

One of my earliest memories of a family outing is sitting in a kid's sit perched on the back of (I think) my mom's bike.  My brother rode in a similar seat on my father's bike, and we were gliding down a biking path that seemed narrow and woodsy and more than a little wild.

Jump forward quite a few years ahead to my ability to ride - and decorate - my own bicycle, which I did for the 4th of July for the three years we lived in the small town of Berkshire Heights, PA.

baby nerds r us...I'm to the right

( What kind of fool says sure I can ride 300 miles with no training? Well.... )