Eat, Sleep, Ride: How I Braved Bears, Badlands and Big Breakfasts in My Quest to Cycle the Tour Divide:

On closer inspection the town consisted of no more than a crossroads, the branches of which were populated by half a dozen motels, a couple of diners, a post office and two gas stations with convenience stores attached. And JR's Taxidermy ( Read more... )

That was nearly a bike joke ( Read more... )

May was National Bike to Work Month, which had absolutely no bearing on my life whatsoever. It's true. I'd like every month to be Bike to Work Month; I'm way too cheerful about the whole thing, idiotic Jeep Wrangler drivers notwithstanding ( Read more... )

# 68: Orpheus and the Pearl by Kim Paffenroth:

'Oh my, yes. That is another of her urges I don't fully understand. Victoria is consumed with an overwhelming hunger, and for the most robust fare. Since she doesn't metabolize like we do, I knew her needs would not be nearly as much as a grown adult, but I had anticipated she would need a small ( Read more... )

# 47: Jeeves and the Tie That Binds by PG Wodehouse:

'What did you do?' the ancestor asked, all agog, and the McCorkadale gave that sniffling snort of hers. It was partly like an escape of steam and partly like two or three cats unexpectedly encountering two or three dogs, with just a suggestion of a cobra waking up cross in the morning. I ( Read more... )

Oy. The one time someone asks me what I'm reading, it turns out to be Diary of a South Beach Party Girl, a frothy trashy drug memoir notable for such gems as:

'Perhaps it's my fault,' I began calmly, 'because I never really established any formal ground rules.' I paused for breath. 'But, just so you know, there is actually NO FREEBASING ALLOWED IN ( Read more... )