TCI Friday – Dream Ride
I’ve been christening a number of new rides the past few months.
Although we’ve lived in Oregon for nearly 19 years, and this particular neck of the woods west of Salem…
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Hey, Just Ride 82: Mount Bailey, almost
Each morning Mount Bailey stands silently in the shadows across the still waters of Diamond Lake until the sunlight slowly slides from its peak to its base, revealing a…
TCI Friday
Chasing media jobs throughout my career has taken me around the US to live in seven states as an adult, and I’ve ridden my bike in each of them: Wisconsin, Iowa, California,…
Hey, Just Ride 81: Coming home
EDITOR’S NOTE: This is the final in a series of my bike ride from San Francisco to Carlsbad.
Morning sunlight cast a soothing, comforting glow upon downtown Santa Barbara…
Hey, Just Ride 80: Miles fly by
EDITOR’S NOTE: This is the fourth in a series of my bike ride from San Francisco to Carlsbad.
A full moon neared dipping behind the Western horizon, lighting up the…
TCI Friday – Camaraderie
It’s an endless debate these days over what happened to cycling camaraderie, when passing bike riders acknowledged each other either with gestures like a wave or nod of the…
Hey, Just Ride 79: The people you meet
EDITOR’S NOTE: This is the third in a series of my bike ride from San Francisco to Carlsbad.
The true essence of cycling, like life, lies in discovery. The first bike…
TCI Friday – Trail Etiquette
Out on a mountain bike trail in the middle of the woods, the peaceful calming elements of nature draw me into another world, where my senses appear to be on overdrive soaking…
Hey, Just Ride 78: The calm
EDITOR’S NOTE: This is the second in a series of my bike ride from San Francisco to Carlsbad.
There was finally movement in the Pace Arrow, the motorhome that would be our…
Hey, Just Ride 77: An adventure begins
EDITOR’S NOTE: This is the first in a series of my bike ride from San Francisco to Carlsbad.
A hazy fog blanketed San Francisco Bay in a comforting, not smothering way,…