It's too big! That's what SHE said.  huuhuhuhuhhuhuhhhhuhuhuh. I   couldn't possibly keep putting off what has now become ....

​It is with particular sadness I write to report the loss of one of our own, Mr. Mark Jilka, a long-time participant with our randonneuring ...

    T he battle-cry of those recently released from their daily penance inside the confines of the office.   Whatterya doin' after work...

W ell, where to begin . . . If you read  this post  back in mid-March, you might remember that I wasn't prepared to make any gigantic c...

A quick addendum to the Aliceville Twister ride, I wasn't fast enough - nor do I have the right camera - to catch a decent shot of one o...

Mile 105. The only sound came from the roar of the constant prairie winds in my ears, punctuated occasionally by the rush of a passing ca...

One more month before this latest R-12 is in the books, so I'm pretty excited.  Warm weather is here finally; yet, it's not unbearab...

  Coffee poured, the Android device open to my feed reader - Saturday mornings in the easy chair, watching the sun slowly illuminate the fro...

  One can be fairly confident of their arrival into the very niche bin of lunacy we call randonneuring when the concept of riding a bicycle ...

Probably already apparent should you be a follower on Twitter, but, figured I'd post a quick note for good measure.  Finished with plent...