So the lesser-known origin story of Bike Hugger comes from this one time when I rode from Austin to Creedmoor Texas and back. That’s where I saw a lamb being born and a cactus in a tree. Later on another trip, I watched a buzzard eat a black cat outside of a boarded-up megachurch. That still freaks me out and as a writer, supposed to write what I know, I eventually set out to blog about my adventures on the bike. A decade later, I started publishing a digital magazine.