Journal
Notes
Dispatches from the road, the classroom and the workshop — whatever the way handed over and was worth writing down.
The first hour on a motorcycle
Almost none of it is about the motorcycle.
So the experience is not lost
Why any of it gets written down at all.
For the route, not the destination
A great many roads I have taken for no reason at the far end.
Fifteen years of coaching, and what it taught about patience
Cycling coaching was the long apprenticeship for everything after.
A portrait is a conversation
The picture is the record of it, not the point of it.
Solitude, and the word for it
Some of it ordinary conversation cannot quite reach.
The studio, late
The hours when the room stops arguing with you.
Returning to the word
Whatever the detour, it ends at a sentence.
Notes from the road, starting here
The first entry in an ongoing journal of lessons, rides, and roadside notes.