I'm still caught up on this magazine piece, which I've been intermittently blogging about. I'm going to have to table the Malcolm X-sexism discussion for tomorrow. I'm really itching to talk with you guys about it. And bloggers guilt is setting in because I haven't been feeding the machine as usual. All I can do is try to execute the article with enough skill to moves you guys to forgiveness.
A not-so-ordinary road trip, featuring extra-tall art bikes, skateboards, and hand-painted vans