Ride #1, 4 years ago:

I was on my vintage '84 MTB, way too big for me, determined to make it to the end of the bike path, an ungodly 6 MILES! out. I made it on the first try, but on the way back, this tiny false flat nearly killed me. I struggled up it, and every ride after for a long time. Year after year, riding got a little bit easier, a little more fun, and I loved it a little more.

Now, 4 years later, I'm at one with my bike. I don't keep track of speed or distance, but I know how I feel, and I've come so far. I recently went back to look at some old posts from when TE was just a wee little baby of a website, and there was Veronica, thinking about attempting 50 miles .

You've come a long way baby!