“Where’d you go?” my dad asked. “For a bike ride,” I replied. “What are you crazy!?” He looked at me like I was, well, crazy. “Yeah, I am,” I said rather matter-of-factly. __________ This morning, I woke up bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and hangover free. I threw on some comfortable clothes, popped in my contacts, and headed downstairs to see what I could do with my bikes. Some of you are quite aware of my present bicycle situation. … Read entire article »