A threatening sun
Otherworldly PM nap
Like riding a bike
A threatening sun
Otherworldly PM nap
Like riding a bike
Shared bikes everywhere
More ubiquitous than tents
But lower demand
Rehashing old ghosts
Bike saddle always waiting
Spontaneous race
Debris collecting
Cool and cleansing bayside breeze
Normalcy will come
Intersections burn
Epic booze run ten years on
Flaca linda wife
City filling up
Miniature queen Elsa
Night before race day
Strolling around town
Church-going cricket all gone
Wet season begins
It is the season
Still can’t seem to get my own
Patience is progress
Uninsured road trip
Cultural exploration
Now the day to day
Finally, a board
The frog in his element
Yet another sport
Beat the winter heat
Looping the peninsula
Come from behindest
Paving the streets black
Hot day getting much hotter
Five years tomorrow
Temperature rise
Training alarm sounds early
And the crowds descend
Too few RPMs
Driving with the engine revved
Saturday team run
Lunch interrupted
By a bluebird zippy swim
Race the malecón
Rebuild brick by brick
Time pushes past broken hearts
If mended or not
Long hauling the kids
Two awkward, jittery week
Finally homeward
A city grows up
Despite prognostications
Look for positive
Downtown prospecting
Concrete bunker born again
Too good to be true
Balmy November
Blazing wine-laden valley
Lined up at old haunt