This year was a weird one. 2025 marks 15 years of me writing about bikes, and for the first time in that many years, my non-bike adventures have at least equalled my on-bike adventures. There are a ...
My family, Mom, Dad and we four kids, had just attended the Stone Church Christmas Eve service. Santa had appeared and passed out paper sacks of goodies. Then he Ho Hoed off into the night. I knew ...