The Spokesrider

Ken Steinhoff’s post about Bicycle Gardens Sprouting Up All Over made me think of this scene from a ride on August 31. In this land of corn and soybeans one might get the idea that life is strictly business — agribusiness. Then one sees a bit of whimsy, like this red bike left to grow [...]

This morning I rode from Peru to Dad Joe Grove, then ended the outing in Ohio. Ohio, Illinois, that is. From there we drove to O’Hare airport, and now we’re back home. Back to work tomorrow. Yesterday I hadn’t even known there was a Dad Joe Grove. I found out about it in the motel [...]