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Without a Crutch
If you’ve ever met me or read this blog (not that anybody actually reads this blog) you’ll know that I am a hopeful homeless vagabond gypsy with no shoes or sense of direction. I own Read more…
Hustle
Give Me Back My Leg!!
It’s cold. It’s wet. And I’m cripple… The relentless grey sky breaks only to shower me and the [really really old] puppies I need to walk three times a day… Which, I might add, is Read more…
Hustle
The Secret to Success
People keep asking me what I’m doing with my life. I don’t know about you, but I don’t have a clue!!! There are 197 countries in the world. And each of those holds dozens of Read more…
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Adventures on Three Legs
I cycled across Europe. I swam across rivers and seas. I ran up and down mountains. I was fit. I was healthy. I was laying flat on my back in the hospital where they wanted Read more…
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Billionaire and a Half
I’m one of the wealthiest people in the world! That may sound strange coming from a Part Time Professional Gypsy, but it’s undeniable true. (No matter what my bank manager might say) It all comes Read more…
Hustle
Lessons Learned in the Fish Factory
It’s not how I planned to end 2018 (or start 2019 either): Cold. Wet. At a fish factory. Doing production line work. I learned about speed. I learned about hard work. I learned about repetitive Read more…
Cycle
But WHY!?!?
There comes a time in every person’s life where they take stock of their current situation and, after carefully scrutinizing their surrounds, present company, [dis]comfort levels, and the weather, they can only fathom that they Read more…
Cycle
Tour De France
France by bicycle. “Ahhhh!” Could there be anything more romantic? The old cathedrals and petit villages. Baguettes and brie. Pan eu chocolat and Read more…
Cycle
The Spanish Inquisition
SPAIN! And not the Spain I knew! Less tapas, more tight muscles and butt pain. Less paella, more pedaling. Less salsa, more dancing circles through the streets as I lost my sense of direction. Read more…
Cycle
Conquering a Country
I’ve started swearing a lot! Who knew Portugal had so many hills? Who knew I was so unfit? Who knew cycle compatriot AJ could be so patient? So much for a quick pedal to the Read more…