I like bicycles. I like writing about them. It makes me happy to think about gear ratios and spoke tension and rolling resistance and dishing and sealed bearings and Eddy Merckx.
I like flowers. I like taking pictures of them while I pedal my bicycles around North Florida. It makes me happy to watch the seasons unfold through a progression of blooms, to discover blossoms in every month of the year, to scan ditches and right of way and fencelines and pasture and verges and discover something new or something unexpected.
I like having written. I like it so much I am sometimes willing to actually write to experience it.
That is how it is. I like this stuff. If you do, too, read on. If you do not, do not.