My teenagers must get sick of me muttering to myself when I see other cyclists as I drive them into town, or back home...
"I'm sooo jealous"
My teenagers must get sick of me muttering to myself when I see other cyclists as I drive them into town, or back home...
"I'm sooo jealous"
Courage does not always roar. Sometimes, it is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying,
"I will try again tomorrow".