OVERLOOKS
Why do I climb? Many reasons: the calming single-mindedness of a steady rhythmic cadence, the frightening exilaration of a fast...
I'm the stereotypical recumbent trike rider: old, white, fat and bearded.
Pull up a chair and sit a spell; here you'll find random tales about recumbent triking, the open road, sleeping in a hammock and, on occasion, comments on Christianity in the 21st Century.