Stink Stories
It should come as no surprise that I have something of a reputation as a stinky mountain biker – and not just as a trail gnome: This has led to the occasional funny situation....
Tagged: MTB
A Toast: To Two Departed Ladies
The first: Johannah She was mo mhúinteoir (Irish language teacher). Battled cancer for quite some time – being a smoker didn’t help. Lass from Co. Tipperary (from which county my granddad also hailed). When...
Gnomery: Where I Haunt
I’ve already talked about being a (stinky) trail gnome. This is where. Rockhouse Hill SanctuaryOxford, Connecticut, US This is presently my “home riding area” (and likely will be until we move). It’s on what...
My Three Concussions
Thrice now I’ve had what the medical guys call mTBI (mild traumatic brain injury), i.e. concussions. Mountain biker + martial arts student, so that shouldn’t be all that surprising. Two weren’t especially noteworthy; the...
Stinky Trail Gnome
Hi! I’m a trail gnome! What this means in practice is I carry (some) trail tools with me – notably a Silky Katanaboy saw and a Gerber E-Tool (a folding shovel) – and, as...
ChatGPT… and Me
With all the talk about ChatGPT, I decided to give it a whirl. Since I’m a mountain biker and spend a lot of time on my big orange beast: I started with: Fair enough....
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