Author

Padraig

When playing drums in a rock and roll band didn't turn at to be as lucrative as he'd hoped, Padraig left his hometown of Memphis to pursue an MFA in poetry at UMASS Amherst. Writing about his other love, bicycles, seemed a natural progression; certainly it paid better than either poetry or rock music. His work has appeared everywhere from Bicycling Magazine to the LA Times. His feature, "My Day With Ilya," won a Lowell Thomas Award for travel writing. These days he lives in Sonoma County, California, where he attempts to inspire his two demitasse ninja with the wonder of bikes. Favorites: flavor: maple; wine: Boheme Pinot Noir; beer: Russian River Pliny the Elder; neurochemical: dopamine; poetry: Andrew Hudgins; fiction: Thomas Pynchon; music: David Sylvian; comedy: Firesign Theater; event: 8-Hours of Wente.

Op-Ed

Up

Padraig
When I think back on my earliest memory of a bicycle and a hill, what I recall is the down, the building momentum, wind in hair, the involuntary grin. Turning around to go…
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In the House of the Pope

Padraig
There are those roads that convince you you’re better than you are. We were riding in the Hautes Alpes east of Mont Ventoux, a region that balanced gracefully between alpine…
Op-Ed

Close That Gap

Padraig
We've all heard that phrase. I've heard it end with a period, a simple declaration of something so obvious it needs no inflection. By the simple clarity of my role as a…
Talk

Paceline Podcast 233

Padraig
This week Patria discusses the need to be able to address a broken chain or derailleur hanger effectively while on a ride. She also shares a most unusual tip for how to help…
Op-Ed

What We Would Say

Padraig
I chose cycling because it's the only time I don't feel like a klutz.I chose cycling because I can't stick the ball. I chose cycling because I didn't play team sports.I chose…
Talk

Paceline Podcast 231

Padraig
Travel is on the minds of our hosts this week. Patria opens the show recounting a trip that she and her husband did to New Zealand with travel bikes. Patrick takes a…
Op-Ed

Joy

Padraig
It was early evening in summer in Memphis. Cotton stuck to skin, mosquitos like stars in the sky. I swung my leg over the saddle of the cruiser, held the grips in my hands…
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Kickstarters We Dig

Padraig
Cold hands aren't just a nuisance or an absence of comfort. Cold hands can be a serious threat to our future good looks. One does not need to experience the alarm that comes…

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