Hey, Just Ride 76: I choose nature
Enjoying a crackling campfire waiting for the mid-July sun to set as the 9 o’clock hour slowly ticks on I’m reminded that we make our world what we want it to be.
We’re…
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Hey, Just Ride 75: Grand Targhee
Just maybe seeing the backside of the majestic Grand Tetons for the first time sparked the delightful feeling that buzzed inside my head, or possibly the altitude of Fred’s…
Hey, Just Ride 74: That doggone fitness
Chugging up the gentle railroad grade of my latest favorite rail-trail at a rather brisk pace, I slow to cross a wooden trestle over the quiet highway to encounter three kids…
Hey, Just Ride 73: Spring’s eternal angst
Rolling down my driveway the warm spring sun caresses my cheeks as softly as my mother’s hand while a wave of euphoria washes down through my body all the way to my toes.
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TCI Friday
Heartbreak comes in many forms, and when my local bike shop shuttered my thumper cracked.
Living in Oregon, local takes on new meaning. My town doesn’t have a…
TCI Friday – Idaho Stop
When you spend as much time tooling around town on your bike like most of us do, well, you get bike brained.
I never really thought about a concept that much until I found…
TCI Friday
Overcast mornings with a pinch of dew on the ground, just enough to soak through sliver thin running shorts, withstand the test of time.
Small talk typically recounting…
TCI Friday
As a kid was there anything as fun and fulfilling as riding around with no hands on the handlebars?
In the earliest days of riding it provided the best way to freak out…
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I’ve spent countless hours commuting on my bike through Oregon winters and have learned more than a thing or two about cycling in the rain.
Things like don’t ride with…
Hey, Just Ride 72
My head swirling from the mystical spell that Zion National Park casts upon its visitors, I yearn for an enchanting journey outside the park, where I could roll off on my…