Bicycle Collector

When I lived in Houston it was cars. Gleaming, constantly shuffled, constantly rotated cars. Now, I'm in Oxford. Therefore, it is bikes.

Spring in England

I was born, long, long, ago, in this place called Southern California.  There many, many, many, many, many, many, many people lived and worked and went to places called beaches and got things called sun tans (this novel concept of heating your own skin to a brownish color). As a child I was moved to... Continue Reading →

So… when is your next marathon?

You get in a relationship, they ask, "When you getting married?" You get married, they ask, "When you having kids?" You have kids, they ask, "When are they going to become world-class marathoners and buy you a unessessarily large vehicle?" Or something of that sort. So it's the question: When is my next marathon?  My... Continue Reading →

The last long run.

So you all know, I am now the proud owner of not one, but TWO knee braces. It appears that my right knee can handle 13.1 miles and my left knee can handle 17 miles.  You brace them both and that leads to 31.1 miles - therefore meaning by deduction of fuzzy logic I will... Continue Reading →

On the subject of running outfits.

Running doesn't take much kit - but when it comes to running outfits in England you have two choices: NEON and black. Where is the inbetween? And why to Oxford University students enjoy running in black so much, AT NIGHT?

SOLIHULL!

The adventures at the Department of Enquires Office, Solihull, England. Plus, the added bonus of driving a car! In the UK!

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