A view of the office.
After looking for 21 miles, i finally ran across this fine dining establishment with great waterside seating where i could eat lunch.
And this is a view of the office building in general.
A good 45 mile day on the bike.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Another Day At The Offfice
It was another slow day at the "office."
A view of the office.
After looking for 21 miles, i finally ran across this fine dining establishment with great waterside seating where i could eat lunch.
And this is a view of the office building in general.
A good 45 mile day on the bike.
A view of the office.
After looking for 21 miles, i finally ran across this fine dining establishment with great waterside seating where i could eat lunch.
And this is a view of the office building in general.
A good 45 mile day on the bike.
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I love your office pictures, i wish i could have such a lovely and open office. I can sense freedom there.
Mr./Ms. Best Savings Account Rates,
I believe that anyone who tries riding bicycles further than just around their block sooner or later finds that freedom and is hooked for life.
I owned a motorcycle for several years back in the early eighties and loved the freedom and sense of adventure it gave me. But, there was one occasion that made me understand, clearly and without doubt, that my real love was my bicycle.
A friend (relative in law) and i were out riding our motorcycles one weekend. We were on Interstate 80 just west of Truckee, Nevada when we saw a smallish, but beautiful, lake waaaayyy down in the valley to the north. Both being of the curious type, after a few hand signs and shouts, we pulled over to the side of the highway to admire it.
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We decided we wanted to go find the lake but had no idea how to get there, until my friend noticed a small, dirt road/trail/who-knows-what leading around the nearest hill and heading in the general direction of the lake.
So, we exited the highway at the next exit, worked our way back to that dirt road/trail/who-knows-what, and headed downhill. Now, keep in mind that we were each riding Honda 750cc bikes with saddlebags, trunks, and windscreens.
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That dirt road/trail/who-knows-what ended after about a half mile and only a third of the way down, and that left no option but to turn around.
Unless you are me and my friend.
After a few shrugged shoulders, a few sheepish smiles, and lots of twinkles in the eyes, we simply turned the front wheel in the downward direction and slipped, slid, fell over, got back up, pushed, pulled, laughed, nearly cried, and had a wonderful time going down the side of the mountain with not a trail in sight until we found another road that eventually took us to a highway, which eventually took us to the lake.
It was that day that i knew that the motorcycle has limits, but my bicycle does not. And the love affair with the freedom a bicycle provides has continued ever since.
Buy one and go far.
Dear Lao Bendan,
Certain times, we stuck up with our responsibilities that we can only sense freedom in others life.
I cannot run out of my responsibilities, but i have enjoyed reading your experiences and the freedom you have with your bicycle.
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