After I crossed the finish line at Boston in 2018, and dipped my bike into the Atlantic, in the same way I’d left the Pacific, having ridden “every foot and inch’ across a continent, life returned back to its previous normal.   As life changing as that experience was, from that moment in June 2018, until July…

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Good question. Why spend the time writing predominately to yourself, which is blogging. Why write, if you’re not a trained or gifted literary writer? These and other questions have crossed my far too active mind. I never did well in English at school for two main reasons - grammar and spelling. Back in the 70's at…