I started out my weekend with a bang. Picture this: it’s a beautiful morning, mind-60s, and you’re out for a mountain bike ride through verdant hilly back country. Following a meandering coyote trail you cross over a small grassy depression. …
I started out my weekend with a bang. Picture this: it’s a beautiful morning, mind-60s, and you’re out for a mountain bike ride through verdant hilly back country. Following a meandering coyote trail you cross over a small grassy depression. …
Toddler Harbat is confused. When I suggest we take her tricycle out, she probably envisions sitting in a recliner while the scenery blurs past, preferably with a chocolate milk in one hand and a pony with long Technicolor hair riding…
The world is an amazing place. When you’re a kid you’ll act on impulse and if there’s something to be explored, you go after it. This weekend Toddler Harbat spied a treehouse in our friends’ back yard and in a…
I remember my first bike, a flashy blue number with training wheels and a horn. When I first climbed aboard I felt the mantle of adult responsibility draped on my shoulders. This was a real machine, with chrome and gears…
Okay, I didn’t get to this yesterday afternoon. But don’t they say that tomorrow is the new today? Well. In response to the proddings of my brother, I decided to get my mountain bike back up to running condition. The…