Category: TransAm

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Preparations for a Cycle Journey

It’s pleasing to the mind to findthat I have everything I need. All I hadpreviously reckoned sub-par, I now wagglemy fairy wand at and pronounce: ample. Ambition, improvement, constant venturing to be better than average, this shit is addicting. From the top of the stone towerto the daisy chains below, I cannot get enough. To now breathe deeply, objectively assess, let the senses take wind with the changes in … Read More Preparations for a Cycle Journey

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Start Here

Beginning is the most difficult.  Here is this vision, this goal, this dream. Here is the triumphant ending, here are the quick montage days of the “normal” middle, and here is the second breakfast on the unusually warm day and the little boy passing a granola bar through the car window while I rest my bicycle against my thighs at the traffic stop.  What … Read More Start Here

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Wright’s Beach

If I am caught hold tight the strings against the seagull’s squalor and tight against the fading light. The children shriek a sandy progress and to my expedite delight the winds that harness heaven’s hurry take these piercing shrieks far from me. Far, far above the landscape the corners of me

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Surf Guru’s Three Rules

The waves on south shore Oahu are limp during the winter months. Adrenalized surfing doesn’t take place until April (really mid-May), when surprise swells from the Tasman Sea rip into the bays of Waikiki and Ala Moana. Sudden waves barrel on top of longboards, chipping them against the coral heads exposed during low tide. And such a surprise swell last April!

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Gutted

Three days before, the slip-on NR bicycle lamps on our handlebars were swiped. A neighbor reported seeing a black SUV pull up to the front of the apartment building and a man run to the back, trigger the motion sensor lights, and run back to the SUV. My landlady suggested other places we could secure our bikes, and we considered them. 

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On the Will to Move

Better to be an amateur. Better to gather knowledge like a drink from the river on a hot day, fistfuls of books and essays on life itself. Better to equip myself with “permission to continue”. I stand near my kitchen window in Oahu, listening to zebra doves on the telephone wires outside cooing to each other in the midmorning breeze. The mountain trade winds … Read More On the Will to Move