There is nothing more fun than getting up at four o'clock in the morning to go on a bike ride. The streets are completely deserted and it is very quiet. It is cold, and dark, and the air is briskly refreshing as it wakes you up. As you ride downtown, you see the city begin to come to life. The early morning workers drive to their job, like every other morning. Then, as you ride, you see the sun rise. There is more and more activity as it gets warmer, and you take off our coat and continue to ride as the day begins.
THIS is a collection of Journals I kept, starting in 1972. I am adding entries here as I find the old journals and type them.
(Please Note: This is in "Blog" format, so to read journals in chronological order, start at the bottom, with the oldest post first, and read upward.)