I’m not exactly sure where they came from (Outer space? A parallel universe? An H.G. Wells novel? Hell?) but they arrived mysteriously and wreaked havoc on MY Town today. The next few pictures are just the things I witnessed. I can’t even imagine all the other death and destruction that occurred beyond my view.
We raced back home. So far, I am safe huddled up in the Greg Room, typing up that which you are now reading. Wish me luck.
Hi. My name is Greg and I ride my bike a lot. That is to say, I ride my bike almost every day. I go on long rides and short rides. Sunny rides, cloudy rides, and rainy rides. I like commuting, errand-running, day-tripping, overnighting, and touring on my bike. I ride on city streets, highways, gravel, single track, and snow with equal enthusiasm. Sometimes I ride fast and sometimes I ride slow. I try to keep my feet on the pedals at stop lights and I do not dismount when I hop up on a curb. I have a roadie bike, a mountain bike and a touring bike. I try to accept any challenge a bike ride can throw at me without complaint. But I don't like bugs.