The story of Ezra Caldwell reached via social media. Nine years ago i lost my father to cancer. Getting older cancer scares the shit out of me. Stories like Ezras are hopeful and yet terrifying. To watch him put down all his effort to ride. Despite going through treatment and being sick as hell. The… Continue reading Fuck cancer, ride your bike
Today, the 17 of October my dad would have turned 82 years old. Unfortunately cancer took him nine years ago. He was quite a guy my dad. Handsome as hell and loved by every one. He was a man of the sea. Born and raised on the shore of the river of Luleå where it… Continue reading In the name of the father.