Well, two and a half. It's July 3rd, my Independence Day ever since my release from incarceration five years ago ( Read more... )

Saturday night I rolled into New Orleans at 9:30, having biked somewhere between 110 and 120 miles over the course of the day, which began in a trailer home 30 miles north of Baton Rouge. I'll bet they're still talking about me there. So I beat the rain and did my first day of over 100 miles, arriving just in time to get directed to Zotz for a ( Read more... )

Just when I think things can't get any more complicated ( Read more... )