Monthly Archives: July 2007

>I am writing this under desperate circumstances. People, I was turning onto Kerr Avenue from Randall when a sign informed me of a dire situation – it seems there are only four units left to be rented at the new … Continue reading →

>Everyone’s in a rush to nowhere,And I ain’t going anywhere,But we’re all hoping to get there,Just as soon as the lights turn green. So we go.And we go and go and go.We’ll we ever learn anything from this?I guess we’ll … Continue reading →

>I took a ride from New Bern to the edge of Jacksonville today, about a 32-miler that ended abruptly when I rode into torrential rainfall. The stretch of 17 between the two towns is nearly ideal for cycling, beautiful, smooth, … Continue reading →

>A message from Justin Schoenberger hitter89@yahoo.com. Every hour of every day, someone is diagnosed with MS. That’s why I registered for the MS Bike Tour, and why I’m asking you to support my fundraising efforts with a tax-deductible donation. The … Continue reading →

>I’ve only got time for a quick note here, so that’s what you’re going to get. I’m out here in New Bern, approximately two hours north of Hell (isn’t it funny how everything that’s cool is north?), and have been … Continue reading →

>I decided tonight that I’m not going to care about all the shit people do around here that pisses me off, that which involves reckless disregard for their neck of the woods, anyway. I’m leaving here, really shouldn’t have been … Continue reading →

>For those of you who don’t know, the scenery along two-lane roads in Coastal Carolina looks something like this: sparse trees, a recently-bulldozed lot where trees used to be, a pathetic patch of a few scraggly trees, housing development, a … Continue reading →

>Sometimes this guy’s right on. I couldn’t have said any of this better myself. READ IT! Article from Sirbikesalot.com

>I am an asshole. I really am. I seriously do not know why anyone, especially a jovial, wide-eyed freshman in college would want anything at all to do with me. These two years of self-absorbance, solitude, and overall reclusion have … Continue reading →

>Don’t know if I’m ever gonna see you again, dear Park and Shop.Don’t think I’m ever gonna be around, Tasta Pizza.I think they’ve taken me far away from you, West State Street. Yes, this is my sentence, initiated by my … Continue reading →