First Bike
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy of the breath of Luna as it crests and rolls and crashes at the shore, the ripples that speak as the breeze dances across the surface, the feathery kisses of the water as it laps against my legs, it is all so soothing and relaxing, the endless sky of summer wrapping the world in blue.
It feels like home.
I don't really know why I call this one Precious, it's just the word that comes to me when I look at it.
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
Perched at the most southern end of San Diego, with the view of the Silver Strand and Tijuana to the...
There is nothing like this feeling. The wind in your face, the weight of your ride held high over yo...
I am far too technical most times, everything must be planned and there has to be an end goal. Reten...