After your first day of cycling, one dream is inevitable. A memory of motion lingers in the muscles of your legs, and round and round they seem to go. You ride through Dreamland on wonderful dream bicycles that change and grow.
~H.G. Wells, The Wheels of Chance
Yeah, I'm still alive. I've just been hiding out and lying low. Now it's time to rise and shine. bit.ly/H1rVHd2 months ago
Lovely. RT @deanspoems: @mywordwizard Louis thought a bike rack was upturned smiles of grace, locking wheels of destiny from the human race. 4 months ago
Strip wallpaper or go to Crashed Ice? Procrastination wins this round. 4 months ago