đźš´ Life Behind Bars
When I was younger, I thought “behind bars” meant being trapped. Now, it’s where I feel the most free. The bars I’m talking about? Handlebars. There’s something about throwing a leg over one of my bikes—whether it’s my fixie, single speed, or even my e-bike—that resets my mind. Some days, it’s gravel roads stretching 20 … Read more