My first love, still crazy after all these years.

Among the stereotypes and apathy, there are bolts of brilliance in the bike messenger community. My theory confirmed here:

Rock it, messengers.

Apache Women Rock Carroll County Road Race

Petro 2nd 30+
Sides 2nd Open
Meshberg 4th 30+
Morris 1st 4












The warriors prepare for battle.

HAIKU WEEK DAY 5

Ride clouds like horses

Kiss the men you wish you could

Daydreams make smiles big

HAIKU WEEK DAY 4

Words paint sweet pictures

If you know how to use them

Heartlovebikeflyyay

HAIKU WEEK DAY 3

Gigglesnort Hotel
was a favorite of mine.
Now it's where I work.

HAIKU WEEK DAY 2


tangled in terse words
this is harder than it looks
what would you say if . . .




(photo copyright Derek A. Welte)

WELCOME TO HAIKU WEEK AT POWER LOVE!

Mondays are great fun.
Cubicle farms, bad coffee.
I'm not a rock star.

So I go down to Starbucks, where they sell bananas, and I order a mocha because I need caffeine and chocolate to push me over the edge and after I pay one million dollars for the smallest mocha ever, I turn around and there's this pretty cute guy standing right next to me and I look down at his pocket, I do not know why, but sticking out of it is one of the aforementioned bananas, and I look up at his chiseled, scruffy-like-GQ face and I say, "Is that a--" and then I stop because I realize I am about to say a joke that, coming from a stranger, is not necessarily a joke but more like harassment, but of course I am laughing because it really is a funny joke but now I'm not saying anything, I am instead laughing very hard and cute GQ guy is looking oddly at me and that makes me laugh even harder because, was that a banana in his pocket or was he just happy to see me? And then I am in hysterics and snorting and holding my nose so snot doesn't come shooting out of it and I am laughing all the way to getting my drink, all the way walking to the elevator, and all the way to my desk upstairs.

I don't think cute GQ guy is going to be asking me out on a date anytime soon.

Um, has anyone seen the road to Heaven?



This was about 30 miles into a 90-mile ride on a day that was 75 degrees, sunny, and happily devoid of motorized vehicles. Except for the occassional tractor. Does that sky just knock you out or what?





At about 70 miles, we decided to stop at a local ice cream trailer to fuel up. As every serious cyclist knows, it is very important to eat while riding.



I'm not sure what a triple header lickdob is and I didn't have the wherewithal to ask. It's quite possibly the name of a strip club.

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