Pandemic Pedalling: on the road again, almost.

A year ago, the Freewheeling Freelancer pedalled home, not knowing that he would not soon set out for new places to tell you about. This week, he finally rode out again. I propose to interrupt my retelling of the River Run 2017 with trip reports when I have them. First, let me tell you what has been going on since that ride from Philadelphia a year ago . Continue reading

NOVELS ON SALE!

Many of you have enjoyed the travel and the languages in this blog. Many also enjoy bicycles and bicycle travel.  There are two special events this week close to those activities: Continue reading

Reunions, Expos and New Friends

On Thursday, the 24th of October, I rode to the Amtrak Station in Charlottesville and boarded the Crescent to Washington Union Station. Destination: Bowie, Annapolis, New Castle, and Philadelphia. Continue reading

New England 2019: Home again.

On Monday, the 23rd of September, we awoke at 05:00 and quickly broke camp. We had breakfast at Helen’s restaurant in Machias, where we had enjoyed dinner on the way north. We also cleaned up in their washroom. With three hours to wait for the daily bus, we took our time.

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Going to work

boston commuterMonday morning, Jack rode out to NGIC. He had taken a taxi there after he returned with his things, depositing uniforms and toilet kit in the locker room of the gym. He might not always need a shower each morning, but he did not plan to commute in uniform. Rolling target, he thought.  Continue reading

Lefevre House

AFCUVAOn their way back to Hancock Drive, Emily showed Cindy the Aquatic and Fitness Center and pointed out the dining halls and bus stops. The crowd of families and newcomers had thinned considerably by the time they walked up to the second floor. The Resident Assistants were taking a break in the little lounge at the end of the hall. Emily and Cindy introduced themselves. Continue reading

Rivanna Station

Starbucks HollymeadMonday morning, summer came back. Jack rode the bike lanes up Rio Hill and the bike path on US-29 north of Charlottesville under a cloudless sky. He appreciated not having headwinds, but a breeze would have been welcome. His bicycle kit was soaked by the time he reached the Starbucks at Hollymead Town Center. He stopped there to change into street clothes, glad that he had brought a pack of hospital bathing cloths from Hilda’s stash. Continue reading

Fifth Street

Hamilton Beach coffeemaker.jpgFriday morning, Hilda heard the coffeemaker gurgling and spitting in the kitchen. She opened her eyes and smiled. Jack’s hard body fit her back like a glove.

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Brandywine Drive

MonitRosendale2763241733Friday evening, Hilda rode to Brandywine Drive. The flowers and bright green leaves were reaching their peak in the heat of the late spring. Soon, just crossing town like this would be a sweaty affair, even with the shady tree cover of the Greenbrier neighborhood. Continue reading