Among the Tires

Here at the bottom of the hollowit is twilight dark at noon.The redwoods rise, Manhattan office towerscrowding everything into shadow. This is the spot someone considered

The End of the Ride

Years ago, shortly after I moved to New England, I got a piece of advice from a friend. He looked down at my bare legs and chuckled. I asked why he was laughing. I

The Rain

When I think about what we do as cyclists, certain words recur with pop-hit chorus regularity. There’s ‘hard.’ There’s ‘challenging.’ There’s ‘suffering.’ There’s ‘difficult.’…

Revelations

What was the day like when we discovered we loved cycling? I'll bet a hundy yours was like mine. A warm breeze blew, the sun shone in perfection, and as the wind riffled

A Kickstarter We Dig

When I go to any of the crowdfunding platforms, I have zero clue what I'll find. I figure there's a 50 percent chance that whatever I'll find will be crazy, like

Patience

Our peloton was making its way to Rt. 140, a gentle climb that wound from the town of Wallingford to the village of East Wallingford in central Vermont. The occasion was the…

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