TCI Friday – Mysteries
As usual the temperature climbs toward triple digits as I find myself in the foothills of Oregon’s Blue Mountains climbing a paved road with high prairie views that stretch…
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TCI Friday – To Die For
Sweat pours down my forehead saturating my eyebrows. I slide my right index finger inside my sunglasses and swipe the left, then the right, with a flick like windshield…
TCI Friday – Savor
Our annual weeklong stay at the Newberry National Volcanic Monument drew to a close with a final riding opportunity. With my favorite rides already under my belt, I would…
TCI Friday – Bike Mechanics
Ah, the tricks my memory can play on me! Somewhere deep inside my noggin, unbeknownst to me, some smart-ass neurons are synapping back and forth laughing their asses off.
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TCI Friday – Drivin’
This whole life of cycling began in earnest along the Southern California coast, where I could pedal just two blocks and turn north or south on the Pacific Coast Highway to…
TCI Friday – Splattered Brains
The first organized ride I covered as a writer ventured through the rolling hills in the back country of Orange County.
I had a map of the course, and after watching the…
TCI Friday – Bad Daze
Funny how my brain works. At least it’s funny to me. Then again, most things are funny to me.
Laying on my back in the middle of the road, cradling my left arm with my…
TCI Friday – Speed
Desperately lost on a back road in Washington state with no cell reception to awaken my mapping app nor call my wife to figure out where she was and how we would ever…
TCI Friday: Signs, Signs, Everywhere Are Signs
As personal cycling adventures go, one of my all-time favorites was my attempt to ride the 138-mile Celestial Seasonings Red Zinger race course in 2000 as a prelude to…
TCI Friday – The Couch
We interrupt your pleasant road bike ride to clear the remnants of a huge aluminum busted landscaper rake out of the bike lane instead of swerving into traffic to avoid it.
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