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You are not alone.
It's easy to feel alone at times. Like when you're breezing down the road solo on your bike, the sound of traffic so constant it becomes numbing. …
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TCI Friday
Let's hear it for our man Raz's first TCI Friday! Read hard. Comment harder. Happy Friday. - Robot
To most people I call it my annual kick off the summer ride. To my…
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It can sneak up on you, like a little flabby love handle around your waist, or a lengthening forehead as your hair retreats.
One day you find yourself caught up in the…
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Fat knobbies crunch the sun-baked gravel to the rhythm of my gasps for air, the beat set by my elevated heart-rate that I can feel pounding in my temples covered by a river…
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Booming thunder rolled down from the mountains as if the Sisters were waging a battle with kettle drums, the unsettling sound echoing off endless ridges.
TCI and Hey, Just…
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Growing up in Wisconsin my introduction to Oregon unfolded in two manners: Watching Steve Prefontaine charge down the homestretch of legendary Hayward Field on ABC Wide World…
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Rolling past bright yellow waves of mustard fields among the green fields of rye grass and tall fescue, Oregon's spring pops in breathtaking fashion.
Vines strung out on…
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One would probably have a better chance of seeing a snow leopard than catching me in a Lycra cycling jersey these days. I’m not really sure why. Maybe just too many years of…
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It's downright entertaining how we change throughout our course in life. I'm tempted to say we evolve, but, at least in my case, that might be a bit of a stretch given my…
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When the snaps, crackles and pops of my campfire fall silent, the occasional hoots of Great Horned Owls echo through forest casting a spell on my soul.
Staring at the…