Brian Buckner
Articles by Brian Buckner :
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Dancing with the Curiquingue
Early in the morning, shortly after light and while most of you are still asleep, I ease my cross country bike, the Blue Rocket, from his berth at my home… -
La competición
Breakdancers!! Spinning wildly on the slippery tiles of the gazebo floor, around and around they go. The music blares loudly from boom-boxes with a quick and staccato beat. It’s the… -
The Gift — updated
Author’s note: This is an update of my original story of “The Gift” that appeared two years. The original appears below it. Hi everyone! I hope you’ve all been sufficiently… -
Bike hard and get a flu shot!
Most know me as artist, writer, adventurer, but I love to ride my competition bike. It’s a cross-country bike style called a Specialized Epic Comp. I put 15 miles on… -
La Bebida
Does the phrase “random acts of kindness” register with you? Have you ever performed one? How did it feel? Would you repeat it? How come? When Anne Herbert wrote the… -
Take a different look at things
I did not become many of the things I am until later on in my life. And I’m still heartily invested in my “becoming.” It takes a long time to… -
Río del Lavandería
Almost four years ago, I caught a bus for line #19 and rode it to its termination point west of Cuenca. It was a year before our truck, El Fantasma,… -
Walking in the rain
Of course, you’ve noticed there’s more than one type of rain. It falls at different rates in different amounts and is usually driven by various wind forces. It may come… -
Shotgun Shifter
Several months ago I took a trip from Ecuador, where I’m in my fourth year of residence, back to the USA. I visited family, watched my first grandchild enter the… -
Surfer dudes of Ecuador’s Gold Coast
Hawaii has ‘em and so do California and Florida … but, Ecuador? You bet your bottom dollar! And before I’m headed off at the pass by those seeking to point… -
Vacas y campesinos de Galera
A couple of years ago, while in the far reaches of Ecuador’s northern coast, I found something out. I had known to never fully trust any map since I was… -
Señor Martín Pescador
Hi, I’m Martín…Señor Martín Pescador to be exact. Brian isn’t around right now, neither is Edie. El Fantasma is gone too. That’s why I’m doing the writing today. Brian and… -
Pescadores de Tonchigüe
Edie and I were laughing about our constant need to know what’s over the next hill when El Fantasma was almost swallowed by a truck-defying pothole. As we lurched through…