SLEIGHRIDE
Once, when America was young and refined petroleum unknown, the world was illuminated by oil rendered from the flesh of whales. Of...
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.