Lightning, no. Hail, yes.
They say that lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice. Apparently the same saying doesn’t apply to hail. I was...
Mmmm, painty.
You may have thought the end of the Tour de France meant that I’d be able to get back to...
A good shellacking
Ask any competent home repair professional to come in and shellac your floors, and he’ll probably look at you like...
Rains, pours, etc.
I never cared for the adage “it never rains but it pours,” as the antiquated use of “but” caused me...
Let’s go shopping
It’s bizarre what one can develop nostalgia for, and sometimes it’s for things you didn’t even know existed. Once upon...
Havin’ a Wild Weekend
As the Dave Clark Five would have said. Too much weekend, and it even ended early. Highlights:An afternoon spent at...
The beauty of cycling
I love Graham Watson’s beautiful cycling photos, but the Tour de France is older than that, and so Magnum has...
Apple, tree, not falling far from
We were watching the Tour de France last night (duh), and as the peloton rode through some sort of nature...
See you on the Champs Elysees
The Tour de France has begun. Kids, you’ll have to get your own meals for a while. It’s not that...
Riding, riding, riding
I think it was Eddy Merckx who once, asked how young riders could improve and join the pro ranks, answered...