Bolaño over Handlebars

I owe the discovery of my favorite book to my bad knees. Years of competitive running had turned the region between my femur and patella into bonemeal. I swapped out my daily run for a severe biking addiction, the most heavenly of pastimes: low impact yet still setting me loose outside for long stretches of the day, mapping out a new city while simultaneously discovering my capacity to be alone with my thoughts.