I'll bet you didn't know, but I'm a fucking hero. I'm saving the ocean with every stupid search on the Google I make.
It's a race to see what will come first for Covid-19: a treatment or a vaccine. Put your money on the treatment -- there is no money in vaccines.
One of the few joys of road biking is dominating the bike lane -- easily passing runners, beach cruisers and mountain bikes.
I just picked the black hat to wear because it was free and relatively clean. Standing in line at the pharmacy in Fountain Hills, Az, home of Sheriff Joe and his posse, I didn't expect anyone would notice.
I've spent thousands on a good bike. Hundreds on shoes and clothes. I spent $1.29 on a snickers bar that fucked up a perfectly good ride.
Covid-19 has forced us to replace sports with documentaries about sports. Kills time, but fucks up the betting. ESPN played "The Last Dance", Michael Jordan's ode to himself, and 30 for 30's series on Lance Armstrong practically back-to-back.
Sometimes the universe hates my plans.
I was a little fat social outcast. Who knew I would grow up to be The Man.
Some men show love and affection through jewelry and flowers. Some men buy houses and cars. I showed my love through eating.
Put tires on my road bike that are 3 millimeters wider (25 to 28 mm), so I could ride on a little dirt. What did I get? A berating from two "expert" trail users.