Do you remember the first time you rode a bike?
I remember vividly the first time I rode a bicycle, and even more vividly the first time I went skiing. Freedom became tangible. Life had texture; life had vivid color; life had rich detail. That feeling is still out there, everybody! I hope you find it in your weekend pursuits. I hope you find it in the pages of a well-written book. I hope, if you are fortunate, that you find that feeling with a close friend.

This is a topher's-eye view of hanging one-handed underneath a Pitts S2A bi-plane on Saturday, June 23rd. Every bike ride I've ever taken, every turn I've ever made on skis, came rushing back through me as I clicked this photo. I was 12 years old again. Thanks for corrupting me, Dad. Thanks for being brave, Mom. Thanks to everyone that ever helped me get to just this spot at just this moment.
seek fun
~ topher