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
Here in the Northern Hemisphere, we are one-third of the way from the Winter Solstice to the Vernal Equinox. 
Spring seems far away if you live north of the Florida border. My apologies to those of you suffering heat waves and wildfires. Maybe you can bookmark this space until the fires move back to North America. Continue reading
Rolling out the east gate of Camp LeJeune, I left the quiet, smooth roads of the Marine Corps Base and found myself dodging potholes and pickup trucks on Bear Creek Road. At the same time, I was looking forward to riding the 56 km to Emerald Isle, the barrier island at the south end of what most people consider the Outer Banks. Nothing could spoil my mood. Continue reading
The Freewheeling Freelancer 