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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…
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Struggling up the final challenging climb, my bike wobbled from side to side, nearly grinding to a halt in that nanosecond between my right leg, then the left, hammering with…
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Crunching my way up the final incline to the stunning view atop Cinder Hill the gravity of my situation literally became obvious.
My Golden Lab Summer and I kicked off our…
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Everyone cherishes some images permanently burned into memory like a tattoo. So many fill my head I find it impossible to rank them. Without question, Crater Lake reigns as…
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Another fantastic sun-soaked summer ride to San Clemente and back neared its conclusion as I rolled along the beach in Oceanside, the weekend traffic crawling along just a…
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It looks like a cloudy, overcast fall day as I gaze into the sky. No telling the position of the sun, its stellar rays unable to pebetrate the dense lay hanging over us. A…
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To paraphrase Toby Keith, I ain’t as fast as I once was, but I’m as fast once as I ever was. Especially when a dog pops out of nowhere in hot pursuit.
I’m not talking…
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Cycling nirvana.
The sweet scent of the towering pines and firs gets lost in desperate, heaving attempts to squeeze some oxygen out of light mountain air.
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It all began, my seemingly endless affair with cycling, with one ride.
Living two blocks from the beach in SoCal, I decided cycling would be my go-to fitness fix…
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The spectacular view from Cinder Hill stretches across its namesake tumbling down the mountainside, skimming over East Lake, rising to Paulina Peak and settling upon Paulina…