TCI Friday – Adventure
The dancing flames of my campfire typically leave me in more of a meditative trance than an antsy-pantsy buzz.
Come morning, I’ll ride down to the base of Paulina Peak and…
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Hey, Just Ride 84: Bushes come to life
Rolling down my driveway under dark, gray skies with a 40-degree breeze blowing right down my neck and watering my eyes even behind my fogging sunglasses, I wonder how in the…
TCI Friday – Fitness Test
Each summer we christen our annual road trip with a stay at the Newberry National Volcanic Monument outside of Bend, Oregon.
For the past four years, I’ve tested my…
Hey, Just Ride 83: Old School
Time flies when you’re climbing a mountain, right?
Of course not.
Each pedal stroke feels as though it robs you of at least a minute of your life, and that spot up…
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…
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…
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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…