Monuments to the tiny.


I had this random desire to Google-Map and street-view the sidewalk where I rode my bike for the first time sans training wheels. I still dream about coming up on the corner at the end of the sidewalk and not being able to brake, throwing the bike into the hedges and eating sh*t. Probably my first moment of absolute terror and delight at velocity. Steep technical descents evoke the same exact feeling (with hopefully different outcomes). I want you to do the same for yourself. Go find the street view of your first ride. It means something. 1969, Baltimore. From the red spot at the speed limit sign to the corner... with a crash so important to me that it has its own neural pathway. Where's yours?

Posted on September 9, 2010 and filed under Uncategorized.