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There’s No Rain Gear For That

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Posted on January 28, 2024 by bikegoddess

It feels like we’ve had 1,000 inches of rain. In actuality we’re within our seasonal norms (I checked) so my complaints are more laser focused on the month of January and its predicatability. Predicable much in the same way of a jack-in-the-box. The music is certain and you know what’s going to happen and still that demonic puppet POPS up and you want to rip it to shreads. Weasel indeed!

We’d had a shortened winter break because of our teacher strike. Shortened by approximately 5 days, so in January we had 4 snow days due to inclement weather. POP!

It was after Dr. King’s birthday, Monday the 15th and the Friday before that we were released from school early since the storm was coming in and could dump snow, ice, cats and dogs during the bus ride home. Out early, sure, no problem.

The weather system was of course delayed from Hawaii or something so it didn’t arrive when is was supposed to but whatever, weather is like that. It arrived Saturday and it wasn’t all that bad. A dusting as we say around here. Nothing too significant. Pretty but would likely be gone in a few hours. The wind up. Hear the sing-songy tune? Keep winding and one more turn, nothing yet, still nothing… POP!

Oh boy, oh boy! It came down.

I could hear the little diamond drops hitting the picture window in the living room and I knew it was icy but it left behind more snow than ice at first. The ice was on its way.

Again, this doesn’t seem like much, but in my neck of the world this represents a late start which could become a snow day, depending on whether is persists. Buses aren’t going to be able to pick up kids safely. Let’s not be judgmental here because I even though I grew up in the midwest and this is nothing by comparison, it’s treacherous here because we’re neither prepared for it nor do most people know how to drive in it and there are lots of steep hills. My school district goes from elevations of 300 to 1,000 feet.

Saturday was the day it snowed and snowed and snowed more

After about 8 hours the blanket covered more.

Sunday was quiet and this snow was “Canadian snow” or so I’ve heard from a friend who lived in Alberta. It was wonderful easy-to-walk-in-without-being-slushy snow. However, Mother Nature was not finished with us. Next temps plunged into the teens and ice cometh.

With temps in the teens, our pipes at school froze and at some point on Sunday one broke, “at an elbow”. There were two spots and one specific pipe broke in the library. Yeah, I’m a bonafide school librarian so my principal called me Sunday night and in a voice that sounded like doom on the doorstep and gave me the news that there was around 2 inches of water on the floor because the pipe burst in the corner and the ceiling tiles came down over a whole section of books.

Speechless and stunned in an avalanche of feelings I’m not sure what I muttered back in response. It’s not bad, y’know. You’re alive and you have heat and water and really in the grand scheme it’s not that bad. I wanted to be consoling but I was seeing the area in my mind and I couldn’t quite visualize the extent of the damage described.

The week rolled out like a bunch of glass in the bike lane. Shards everywhere you couldn’t really see, but you can feel your tires being punctured. Monday Closed for MLK Day.

Tuesday-Closed

Wednesday-Closed

Thursday-Closed

Friday-Closed

I couldn’t get to school. I could only wait, wonder and worry. Despite the futility in that process, I still did it. Updates from my principal who was very suppotive and thoughful. I learned about something called the Extraction Team! There was a team from a company known for restoration work called Paul Davis who were at the school throughout the week that was. They took some 4000 gallons of water out of the school. Around 400 in the library. Two science classes were damaged and their classes had to move into portables.

In the library a whole section of books was wiped out. Ironically, the 500s, which are Natural Sciences. Of the 280 books in the section about 50 survived. There are several still checked out, so that saved them.

POP goes the weasel, again.

There’s no rain gear for this sort of thing. As a cyclist, I’m accustomed to lots of weather systems and situations. How many times have I been waiting for a traffic light to change and noted that the rain was coming in sideways or that the wind was blowing hard enough to knock me down. I get it weather. I’m in and of all the weather. I’m never trying to outsmart it, I’m trying to stay out of its way and do my thing. I try to dress for the weather and I do conisder alternatives if I could be in danger. What about if you can’t protect against Mother Nature? There’s no Showers Pass rain gear for this sort of thing. Only insurance. Like this situation at school is really impressive. The damage to classrooms, collections and the building is something I’ve been fortunate in my career to avoid.

Until now.

People have said “that’s why you have insurance” so much that I hear it as a mantra. But the fact is I will believe it when I see it. Will that section of books come back better than it was? I don’t know. Lately all I’ve heard are insurance horror stories, so I’m dubious.

POP!

What happened after all that? Monday came and we all went back to school. No one has much experience with this and educators are planners. We don’t do well with not knowing what’s next. Plus, the library is still absorbing (pun intended) the impact of the pipe break. I’m going through each book one by one to determine what, if anything can be salvaged. I’m throwing away more that you can imagine. A little part of my soul pouts in the corner over the losses. There were two other big areas that were impacted. The studio space where we do the news and the head end room/storage area which also was hit hard.

The incessant sound of the fans and dehumidifiers are annoying but necessary to extracting the water from the area and the air.

It has been a January for the books. Funny, not funny. POP!

Yes, it could have been worse.

Yes, it will be okay.

Yes, no one was hurt, just stuff which can be replaced.

In library school we have whole classes devoted to “collection development” because it’s rare to be able to have everything up-to-date and in perfect condition so you develop and grow areas over time. I lose a section and that also means lost time and content.

Still. Like that moment when the weasel POPS up out of the box you’re surprised and it scares you a little. I’m drawn in and ready to start building another colleciton, post flood.

There’s a series of books called I Survived by Lauren Tarshis and each explores a time in history and characters that survived a certain event, like the sinking of the Titanic or Hurricane Katrina. The first book someone brought in to me was unscathed and found in the hallway was the one I’m holding. I took that as a sign, that we will survive this setback.

I was hoping my first post of 2024 would be a recap or goals or plans for biking this year or the best gear of the year or I don’t know anything else but a flood. POP!

I’m grateful. This will be in the rear view soon enough. It did provide enough content for a blog post and it will be okay.

Thanks for reading and checking out the photos. I’ll post an update a few months down the road when hopefully insurance has come through and I can share pretty pictures of spring in the libary.

No people and no bikes were harmed. I am hoping to settle into a routine soon. That would be a lovely surprise.

One more thing. Did you know that often the song Pop Goes The Weasel the puppet BOINGS on the word, “POP” so there’s some predicability.

Get out there and ride. I’m going to try that today to lift my mood.

-Bike Goddess

Calm, Relaxed, Submissive State

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Posted on December 23, 2023 by bikegoddess

The calm and bright from the sailboat on the Columbia River.

The lines from Silent Night echo in my mind often and without provocation at this time of the year. I think it’s a coping mechanism in my brain and much like breathing, it’s simply in my head on autoplay. I especially love the “all is calm, all is bright” line. There are many more.

“Glories stream” and “radiant beams” and the “dawn of redeeming grace.” Wow, right. I mean, the words alone are sunrises and you feel your heart fill with the potential of the universe. Plus, there’s sleeping in peace and heavenly hosts singing and the shepherds are quaking but who can blame them with all the beams and streams and glories.

I love it because it’s simple and majestic and there’s a meditation in the lyrics that helps me breathe and relax. There are such equisite simplicity in that carol.

Being alive is science and it’s also a miracle. It’s wonderous and any day you feel like you’re healthy means you are indeed wealthy. Any day your head is on and you feel like you’re in a good place is special and if you happen to be moving and grooving, well, that’s success!

At this time of winter darkness anytime a star wants to lend its light is indeed magnificent.

This was the first night which was delivering Santa to the public dock. Photo credit Christmas Ships.

Dear readers, at this time of the year I usually report a great year of biking. The miles ticked by and topped over and I feel like a Goddess to the tenth power! This fall has not been successful in miles. The weather has put quite a damper on my riding goals. I’ve also had a few mechanical issues and I’ve felt defeated by the number of things put on my work plate and much like a child who shoves superfluous items into the grocery cart, my work life has been full of excessive distractions and most of which are not even my job. But whatever.

What better time to admit that it’s been a daunting December. However, also delightful and successful in a different way. The days that I have been able to ride have been splendid and beautiful with sunrises that are breathtaking and remind you that the madness of the moment will pass.

Also I had some new experiences on water not land when my guy and I joined the Christmas Ship parade on the Columbia and Willamette rivers. Even though we thought we’d only do a couple nights, we ended up participating in seven of the 13. This is the 69th year of the Christmas Ships parade and I’m happy to report that both our boat and our marriage survived.

She’s also a biking pal who enjoyed our river run.

As it is the eve of THE EVE, I wanted to take time to be calm and mild and think about streaming glories and radiant beams of light since it’s been weeks of watching the boats on the rivers and seeing the community of people who pull this off. There are moments when the lights from the boats ahead or behind fill your soul and you know that it could all end right then and there but you’d be complete.

I ride and I ride a whole lot. I do have suggestions for gifts to buy the cyclist in your life, but that will have to wait. Maybe Valentine’s Day I do a post about that. I don’t even remember my Strava goals for this year and while I could look it up, I don’t really care. A year ago this experience with the Christmas ships was merely an ember. I never expected to be among the fleet of boats that participate in the parade. But now, I can’t imagine not doing it. That’s the thing about new experiences, they seem to crack open something in us that fills a void. The faces of people at the dock were indeed radiant and they were filled with a childlike innocence that was resplendent and angelic. I remember thinking, “It this what it’s like to be Taylor Swift? Is this what it’s like to be so beautiful that people line up to take your picture and applaud at your existence?”

Simply, yes, that’s what it’s like.

Our onboard noise makers and more importantly, friends.

However, to do this, we had to submit. We had to defer to those who have done it and we had to be passive and learn how to be meek and mild. That’s not easy! It’s a miracle we could set aside our egos and our will and fall into our place in the parade.

My life is much richer for having experienced the rigorous pace of doing Christmas ships and for hearing people from the docks and piers yell their appreciation and Merry Christmas greetings and telling us and all the ships that we were beautiful. We should all do that. We should all yell to one another how beautiful it all is and in those moments find the calm and mildness and simplicity of the moment.

Readers, thank you for being here with me in the moment. I’m grateful for your Likes and Follows and I wish you all the calm and mild you need this season and into each and every day of 2024.

Until next time, get out there and ride.

Got it Made

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Posted on November 6, 2023 by bikegoddess

In between summer and the teacher strike I wrote about recently, I went to an event called Made. This event exists to honor, appreciate and demonstrate the ingenuity of people who make bikes. However I forgot to remember it. Now November, I am starting to remember that I did some cool things in the waning hours of summer that I’ve neglected to share.

Maybe you’ve done this too. You’re reviewing your photos and you see a chunk of pics that you know you took but they were eclipsed by a thousand other things happening on and around the very same time. For me, the time we went on strike feels surreal. Literally the time has been put back into our school calendar to “make up” the strike days. Ηοςεωερ the other happenings were sidelined. That time has left me feeling flat even though they were very cool events. It all feels like a bike stuck up on the top of a car lying on its side and forgotten about completely.

As I was looking for photos from the strike for a collage, I saw these other moments digitally preserved and I was remembering the day I went to Made and how I hitched myself up on a pennyfathing and actually rode it in place for a few minutes. I remembered how amazing the event was and how I was itching to blog about it. I remembered that I forgot to share the adventure.

MADE is described on the ticket as “an industry/consumer bike event highlighting the craft of handmade bicycles.” There were 200 or so builders and brands sharing their creations.

As we say in a post Covid world, it’s been awhile since we’ve even had this event in Portland, Oregon, so I was as excited as a kid hyped up on Halloween candy to attend. I could not contain myself.

As I walked into the area I felt like everything was possible. I knew I would see some builders I remembered from past shows and I knew I’d see cool gear and unique builds and I was ready and raring to go.

Zidell Yards is an outdoor performance venue on the South Waterfront.

The venue was spacious and buzzing with activity.

Pennyfarthing bikes a.k.a. High wheel bikes are so odd and iconic. Most of my sources say that these bikes were notoriously difficult to handle and I can see why. Getting aboard them requires a leap of faith and you literally have to hop up and hang on.

At first the gentlemen asked if I wanted to take a spin. The bike is stationary but on a platform so you can try riding it. I dismissed the opportunity outright. “No thank you, I’d prefer to not risk my safety.”Wait? What did I just hear coming out of my mouth!? Is that doubt mixed with fear? I lingered a bit and wondered why I said that.

I love bikes. I love opportunities. Why, yes, I think I do want to try it. I mean in all my time on planet Earth I have never had an opportunity to ride a Pennyfarthing. Yes, I want this!

There are these pegs on the rear little wheel and you step on it and then hop just as I was told. With the hop up you also lean forward enough to grap the handlebars and then you scoot your caboose up on the saddle and you ride. It’s very smooth, but not because you’re on air (which I was) it’s because the big front wheel allowed for higher speeds on the flats. I was told that it was a smoother ride before the invention on pneumatic tires.

Pennyfarthing for your thoughts.

I couldn’t believe I was riding and gliding and generally loving the experience. I’ve never been on a tall bike, but I imagine it’s a similar feeling. The handlebars were odd and you can see in the video that it was as if I was holding myself up while pedaling down. I felt like I needed longer legs, but I was pedaling long enough to get a sense for how difficult it would be to ride this out and about in the olden days. What a great moment in time and lots of fun to actually give it a spin.

There were bags and all sorts of beautiful bike related gear but the spotlight was on the stars of the show, the bikes, all made, engineered and created like works of art you ride. Everything you can imagine and some things you didn’t even know you wanted to see.

Overall it restored my faith in humanity because it’s all impressive and clearly some people are ingenius and inventive and they know how to make cool things. They got it MADE and I feel ebullient because I got to witness it all in one place.

Plus, the pennyfarthing. Right?

As I listen to the rain thrash against the house and I watch the leaves swirl around in colorful cyclones I recall that hot August day and how beautiful it was to see bikes forged from imagination into reality. Do you have any favorites? If you had a bike custum built what would you do to make it the perfect bike for you? Let me know in the comments.

Thanks for reading my blog. I wish you a wonderful week and I’ll see you in the next post.

Thanks for being here. Get out there and ride.

Gratefully,

Bike Goddess

The Tour de France of Libraries

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Posted on September 15, 2023 by bikegoddess

September 14, 2016, Dr. Carla Hayden was sworn in by Chief Justice John G. Roberts as the 14th Librarian of Congress. The third professional librarian, the first woman and the first person of African American descent to hold the position. This is important because today is the 14th and I went to the Library of Congress National Book Festival in mid-August in Washington D.C. and I was out and about on the convention floor browsing books and I spied with my little eye, Dr. Hayden.

A selfie moment with the Librarian of Congress!

It was one of the moments when I hesitated and thought I looked too beleagered to greet her but then I thought, I MUST MEET her so I caught her eye largely because I was staring at her until she looked over and then I shoved out my right arm and actually introduced myself like a boss and told her I was a volunteer (I also had on my volunteer t-shirt) and my super cute bookish skirt and then she asked where I was from and of course I said I was visiting from the other Washington, the one that was a state. She smiled like I said the wittiest thing ever and said it was such a beautiful state and I agreed and quickly added that we had some great indy bookstores and then I think I blacked out because I was talking with Dr. Carla Hayden which is about a high as you can go in the library business and I felt like I was at the summit of Le Col de la Bibliotek and then she shook my hand or had I even let go of her hand from the first handshake, I can’t recall.

Library of Congress National Book Festival

Sometimes you have to seize the moment and I’m glad I did because there are just as many times one might say, “Oh, I shouldn’t bother them” or “Why don’t I mind my own,” and then you might be fraught with regret about not seizing the moment and so I’m glad I didn’t let good judgement interfere with intution and I thrust out my arm and gave it a go.

Since today is the day she was appointed, it felt like a good day to share my moment. There has been so much business in the days following the return from that trip. I’ve had no time to process what a great trip I had to D.C. and that moment of meeting the Librarian of Congress was such great fortune.

I also got to sit in the reading room because I got an LoC card. I spent about 2 hours looking through books in the stacks and sitting at the beautiful tables and reading. The serendipity of it all was overwhelming. I couldn’t have written it into a plot line of a book better than I lived it.

After that I was floating around a few inches off the marble floors reliving the moment hoping it really did happen. I checked my phone to be sure the photo was there, and it was, so it did in fact happen. I bought more books and went to a few more author sessions and marveled at what an amazing adventure the event had been.

Then I hopped on my Captiol Bike share bike and rode the National Mall. That’s a story for another day. D.C., to be continued. Today, I’ll savor the memory of meeting Dr. Hayden.

I hope you have magical memories. Thanks for reading my blog post, I appreciate it.

Like Riding A Bike

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Posted on September 10, 2023 by bikegoddess

#Red4Ed and striking for a fair contract

Where do I begin? As I was riding my bike to the bike shop for my volunteer gig this morning, I marveled as how wonderful it feels to ride. Just riding a bike is pure bliss. How wonderful it is to just roll on by without too many cares. How magical it will be to start our first full week of school and how tremendous it is to claim my routine.

Yes, claim my routine. I’ve never been on strike and never in my 30 plus years in my school district have we, the teachers, striked until this year. It has been absolutely weird but last Thursday we voted on our tentative agreement which means we ended the 7-day strike and will start the terms of our new 2-year contract. This is good but there are residual hurt feelings between workers and management that are not easily mitigated. Navigating that part of the discourse will be the challenge of the year.

I want to talk about it, but I also absolutely don’t want to talk about it. It has been the focus of all energy and ire and stamina and the vitality with which I usually greet the new school year is dulled. We’ve hit a flat in the relationship and trust is a bent rim, you know? I am still processing everything that has happened since the start of the strike, and there’s no Google map for this sort of journey. I’m not in a place where I’m ready to talk deeply about it. I’m glad it’s in the rearview mirror and we are stronger as a union because of it. I don’t feel like the same person I was prestrike and I don’t know what that means going forward.

Last Friday’s first day of school was a foggy ride
but clearly happy to be back in a routine.

Strange that I’m writing so much about the thing I wasn’t going to write about. Go figure. My bike ride to the fire station which was our staging area for picketing is close to my school. I rode my bike like I always do toward school, but stopped at the fire station and waiting for my colleagues to join me. I was a picket captain and that means there are some details to iron out before we hit the line. My point in talking even this much it to say that riding my bike to and from was my meditation. It was my normal and without it, well, who knows. The bike ride was the most normal thing I could do amidst the oddness of the start of the year.

To feel the bike under me.
To feel the cold morning air in my face.
To pedal the cadence of the commute felt like the best aspect of my routine I could perform.Every day felt out of true and yet riding brought me comfort.

The picketing meant I was doing a daily duathlon. We were all walking 10 to 15 miles in just steps back and forth, so it was quite a workout which again I feel like I was prepared because I commute by bike.

As I perused my photos there were hardly any recent photos of my bike or sceney or anything beyond the daily picket line. I wanted to take a moment to blog about my absence and say that getting back into the routine is like riding a bike. You don’t forget. Time has muscle memory and seeing the students and getting back into a routine is what back-to- school is all about.

As I see my fellow staff members and walk the halls or settle into the paceline of being back at work, I know we’ve all been through something monumental together. I’ve never felt as in tune with my colleagues as I do now. We walked and talked and thought together. There’s a collegiality and companionship that will bind us together beyond the 180 days we spend working together.

Get out there and ride even if it seems like an indulgence, because it could be the only part of the day that brings you peace.

Thanks for reading my blog and hanging out with me. I appreciate it. Have a good week!

Summer Musings

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Posted on July 12, 2023 by bikegoddess

A muse is any goddess presiding over a particular art. Yes, that’s my photos of the Acropolis in July, 2019.

Summer musing is the best. It’s squandering time like you’re a kid and just rolling down life’s hills and letting whatever happen. Today for example I have been thinking about donuts. I often think of donuts. It’s because there was a time in my area that there were zero donut shops and now there are so many I could honestly have a donut every day from a multitude of places. I “donut” indulge often because donuts are my Achilles heel. I’ll overindulge and that won’t be good either. I’ll be in the corner with a box eating them like Homer Simpson.

After the donut musing I thought about Threads and I fingured out how to get on it last night and it’s nice. Most seem to agree that it’s like you realize you were in a very toxic relationship with the other one. I like it and since my blog posts no longer go out on the Twittersphere through WordPress, I thought I’d give it a looksee. I don’t know what to post yet, so I figured I start with a new blog entry. I’ll just ease into it. I’m still on Twitter, but I’m not really ON it at all. I guess like most people I have a love/hate relationship with social media. I don’t really like to share vast amounts of information on the socials, so even though I wanted to be closer to family, I’m mostly posting my Wordle scores and of course watching pet videos.

Next musing was whether to bike or go for a kayak today. I could try for both however, if it gets hot-hot, then it’s better to bike earlier in the day. I could take the Bromptie to the kayak and paddle around the marina and out onto the river. That is a very attractive option since we are hopefully getting the newly fabbed fuel tank and that will mean we can finally start our Summer of Sailing. Last summer I kayaked just before returning to school so this year I’ve been trying to get out once a week. Last week I went out of the marina and onto the Columbia River and it was spectacular. It’s my upper body workout plus you can’t beat the sounds of water lapped on the sides of the kayak and the ducks and the intimacy of being right there at each ebb and flow of the river.

Getting close to the pilings and the current is definitly got a mind of its own.

Then there’s book musing. When I’m not being Bike Goddess, I’m actually a middle school librarian and I love my job but I also love summer and reading the hours away and preparing video booktalks for my YouTube channel. I’m trying to become a YouTuber and the channel I have with my school district is doing pretty well, but once I moved everything to my home study I needed to step it up with lighting and audio so my hobby is becoming work and I’m struggling with that a bit. At school I can crank it out and post in the fallow moments between chaos, classes and Chromebook repair. Musing about that becomes overwhelming and I feel myself getting into a the bilge of details, so I push off and go back to the donuts, because, well, those beautiful pillows of sugar and all that’s sweet and glazey calms me down even if I’m just thinking about it versus shoving it in my face.

That’s the very essence of summer though, it’s pondering all the possibilities and considering what, if anything, you want to do on a lazy summer day when you can do anything.

Here’s hoping summer is being nice to you and you are getting some time to chill. Thanks for reading. I appreciate it.

Get out there and ride. Or kayak.

Tell me in the comments how you’re spending your time.

I’m Still Standing

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Posted on June 19, 2023 by bikegoddess

It has been too long dear readers. I’ve been remiss in my blogging. But, but, but… I can’t control where my mind wanders, but today with the dawn of summer on the horizon and the promise that I will be on summer break is imminent, Elton John’s song popped to mind as if was the 1983 all over again.

"Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
I'm still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind." 

Elton John, "I'm Still Standing" lyrics.

Since my last post, I’ve been in survival mode. Typically, it’s manageable, but this school year, it feels like everyone I talk to is experiencing the same overwhelming situation. If you’re an educator, this year has been beyond comprehension. It’s been filled with countless meetings, constant planning, unexpected changes, and more meetings to discuss those plans and changes. The pressure of managing school, students, and constantly wondering what comes next has kept me awake countless nights. Thankfully, I’m still standing. I might be wobbly, but, I’m determined to make it to the very last day. And once that day arrives, I look forward to finally being able to put aside all these thoughts and concerns and start picking up the pieces of my life.

Easier said than done. It always is. There is always a period of decompression and rest. I’ll have anxiety dreams about all the ways I’ve failed but I’m hoping that period will be shortened by fact that we are getting out later than normal, thanks to Jack Frost who made a late appearance and canceled school for like four days. I digress.

Think mazes. I’ve been in one of those mazes made of high hedges. Each turn leads to another hedge and another and it’s possible that I’ll need to be air lifted out. It feels like I’ve been trapped in it. Each turn leads to a new challenge, and I’m constantly searching for a way out.

If it wasn’t for my commutes in the morning and evening, the quality of my life would be much worse. My rides are my solace. They are the daily vacation from the chaos. The rides let me reset and if I’m lucky I can work out the issues, at least in my mind, before I get home so I’m fretting a bit less.

Readers of my blog, I thank you for engaging. I appreciate seeing you click the LIKE star and I know that someone out there gets me. I get a little notification and I think, whoa, cool! My absence from my own blog has been rough on me. I set a goal to ride my bike a minimum of 75 miles a week, but writing 75 words a week has been the real hill in my life of late. I’m excited about my own personal routines outside of work, and I have got some stories to tell.

Like I found a bike using Bike Index and reunited it with its owner! Yeah, you are not going to want to miss that story. I also found a bike for a friend who had his totaled in an accident (he’s fine, but his bike didn’t survive). Oh, and I found someone’s phone and its handlebar holster and actually got it back to them. So many stories amidst the busy days. I can’t wait to tell you more.

I’m grateful for your support and patience and the plan is to write more, ride more and I’m still standing!

Stay safe out there.

Bike Goddess