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TCI Friday
Just maybe what clouded my decisions appeared as plain as the nose on my face, which, by the way, sucked in the smoky haze as if nothing hung in the air other than my…
Hey, Just Ride 49
The sun break arrived carving a huge blue hole in the sky, warm rays easing the temperature up near 60 while the late summer winds howled with a brisk bite of seasons…
TCI Friday
Looking through a contact sheet of photos from a bike race, something was missing. The young photographer had a pretty good eye for location, finding decent background. He…
Hey, Just Ride 48
Seriously, has there ever been a better time to be a little girl? That thought races through my mind as I watch an endless line of young fireballs cleaning out the smaller…
TCI Friday
Years and years and even more years have passed since I’ve heard Rod Stewart crooning about Maggie May, but that’s the kind of things that happen on a good old fashion summer…
Hey, Just Ride 47
Sweeping around a wide open corner in the lush, green farmland outside Altoona, Pennsylvania in full throttle descent a beautiful quintessential farmhouse stood atop the hill…
TCI Friday
Believe it or not, Darrell Waltrip bestowed upon me the most insightful tidbit I ever heard from a sportscaster when he remarked about a rookie one Sunday afternoon with…
Hey, Just Ride 46
The soft morning light slowly unveiled my long shadow dancing on the asphalt in front of me as I crested the short hill on my bicycle. Careless and free with elbows jutting…
TCI Friday
An hour into a remote mountain bike trail ride, where you might cross paths with a half dozen riders in three hours, I pull to the side halfway up a short steep section and…