Something in the air this morning made me feel like flying. . . “Spring Flight

I’ve just awarded myself a trophy for bicycling. It’s big and it only has one wheel. Now I’m one unicycle away from the bicycle that is love.

Mr. Armstrong has strong arms. Probably from bicycling so much. And steroids.

A universal truth of bicycling is this – pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.

Everything about riding a bicycle compels you towards beauty.

I left my youth behind me. It peddled the bicycle while I rode on the handlebars.

That which caused the many failures I had in learning the bicycle had caused me failures in life; namely, a certain fearful looking for of judgment; a too vivid realization of the uncertainty of everything...

I like cup holders—in cars, as well as in jockstraps. I would have played football, but the only helmet I had belonged to a bicycle that coach said was illegal on the field.