Life on the Road

I remember Idaho Street and summers picking at tar strips in the concrete streets where I grew up.  Bicycle riding and baseball games took place there along with hopscotch and squirt gun fights.  Even before my second birthday I had found another world on the road.

Road Study

Nearly sixty years later I still appreciate the road and the world which unfolds upon it.  Riding has brought me in close contact with the road —  looking closely at its physical properties as they relate to riding, and considering the metaphysical properties of riding itself.

I still like touching the road.

Where it Ends Nobody Knows

Round and round we go.  I love the road — on two wheels, in a car or on foot.  The road is a mystery of which I continue to attempt to unravel.  I took a road view as a kid and am still doing the same thing now.