





Let's leave Austin
and head on over to Greenville.
Home of another well-known cyclist.
I was here in January for a work trip
and was smitten.
Maybe it was the fact I could see my neck,
walk outside,
and breathe the air.
Maybe it was the girl on a bicycle
with her fast lovin' gear on
that made me relate
(and jealous...).
Maybe it was all the bicycle lanes downtown.
Maybe it was the fact it was actually a fun work trip.
Maybe it was the fact that I love textiles
and there is such a rich history here.
Maybe it was the fact that it was
60 degrees and Sunny
in January...
I was not able to bicycle while I was here,
but obviously it's got some good cred.
A true Northerner at heart,
the South always intrigues
and challenges me.