Tag Archives: Fiction

almost chuck-up

Posted on March 24, 2025 by istsfor manity

Of Credit Cards & Bridge Ahoy Or some such distracted nonsense. Specifically because I was distracted (and maybe a two-glasses of wine lightweight) I didn’t realize until this morning that I’d left my credit card at the restaurant last night … Continue reading →

i am chastened

Posted on March 23, 2025 by istsfor manity

Leave it to the Mapping Professionals I’ve seen this sign (above) at too many places in South Carolina. First two places I saw them were outside a high school and later an elementary school. Also, outside of a couple of … Continue reading →

to blank out

Posted on March 23, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week I forget Palestine has a kind way ofrememberingthose who mark it forslaughter, and those it marks for life. — Fady Joudah / “[…]” / […]: Poems A poem is supposed to be upsetting—a poem … Continue reading →

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some creative mapping

Posted on March 22, 2025 by istsfor manity

Backcountry Roads Coldest start yet: 43 degrees in Beaufort this morning, with a windchill of 32 degrees—winds are gusting up to 26 mph. I’ll take it over rain every time. Today’s high will only be 64. I did some creative … Continue reading →

in this (my) neighborhood pt. 86 (Beaufort, South Carolina)

Posted on March 21, 2025 by istsfor manity

Day 21Start: Beaufort, SCEnd: Beaufort, SCMiles: 0 Day off reset of the head, knees, and saddle sores. Enough of the flat tires! Back on the road tomorrow. What I’m Reading: Nearly half of registered Boston voters believe there are too … Continue reading →

this tiny thing

Posted on March 20, 2025 by istsfor manity

Hell Sent You see that thing—that sliver of a demented barbed-scimitar-shaped-hell-sent tooth of a metal devil? Well, that that thing was making my riding life miserable the last few days… This god-forsaken 1/32nd of an inch, demon’s bicuspid, of a … Continue reading →

high-stress segments

Posted on March 19, 2025 by istsfor manity

New State I’m doing four consecutive short days, partially by design—due to the weather system last Sunday, the desire to spend some extra time in Savannah, GA, and because of a gap of services between Beaufort, SC and Charleston, SC. … Continue reading →

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nothing more georgia

Posted on March 18, 2025 by istsfor manity

Surprise: St. Patrick’s Style There’s nothing more Georgia than Waffle House… breakfast, lunch, or dinner / 24 hours a day… you know you’re in the Southern US. Today’s very short ride looked mostly like this into Savannah, GA. The two … Continue reading →

bike another day

Posted on March 17, 2025 by istsfor manity

The Forecast Today was more a day of subtext and the undergirding weather motivation than enjoying the actual ride—which was intended to be fast and short. I’ve been hearing about a storm system making its way across the country since Jacksonville, … Continue reading →

in this (my) neighborhood pt. 85

Posted on March 16, 2025 by istsfor manity

Day 16Start: Brunswick, GAEnd: Townsend, GAMiles: 43.65 The weather is forecast to be horrible tomorrow: T-storms, high winds and heavy rain. Instead of riding to Savanah, GA, as I’d originally planned—I’ll take a much shorter day to Richmond Hill, GA, … Continue reading →