We won't make new stories together, exactly, but I'll still make plenty that I'll want to tell him. When I had those moments out on my bike, that feeling of real jubilance that would come over me after a particularly challenging ride, or at a particularly fantastic view, I'd often get off my bike and give him a call to tell him about it. No one took more pleasure in my taking pleasure than my dad. My heart is in pieces, and oh, I will miss him. It is a gift, maybe, to have the kind of love that makes such big waves of grief, ones I expect I'll be riding for a very, very long time. Thanks, pops, for teaching me to just head out, see what happens. I'll take it from here.