140 miles, 24 hours, 22 pb&j sandwiches, 6 bottles, 2 riders, 1 gear, 0 emission (well almost, save for the breathing part).
an epic journey.
fixed gear or die.
+listening to: nothing
BUILDING A FAKE FUTURE, IN HOPES THAT THE REAL FUTURE WILL SHOW UP TO MATE WITH IT
| it's been a while | ![]() |
it's been a while and i'm still here. not to worry, not to worry.
memorial day. summer is finally here. time for some reckless riding around town. but my helmet is still being held hostage at the post office. usps is doing a hell of a great job. postal holidays is like a bonus to their already spectacular efficiency.
| pictures speak | ![]() |
i just love photos like these. there's so much things that's unsaid yet intrinsically understood, like the difference between being alone and being lonely...
and i also chanced upon this quote:
if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. -thoreau
it made me think very hard. there's a storm brewing in my head...
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.