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Emlyn Lewis

Robot fell in love with cycling watching the older neighborhood kids ride wheelies down the street. It was the early '70s, and Evel Knievel was jumping motorcycles over buses. Everything seemed possible. From that moment, the die was cast (iacta alia est).

He studied philosophy in college, of course he did. That's what idealists do, romantics, kids who think there must be a better way. At the same time, bikes were carrying him everywhere, delivering all of life's gifts and surprises. Occasionally he crashed and didn't mind.

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On the Road Again?

Emlyn Lewis
The road bike had a thin layer of dust on all its horizontal surfaces, as did its owner. We, the two of us, needed a ride, so I dusted us both off, topped up the tires, and…
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The Pure Cyclist

Emlyn Lewis
I was in Wales. I went looking for adventure. I went looking for a rest. I went looking for my father, whose ashes I'd laid in the small cemetery in the village he was born…
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Core Memories

Emlyn Lewis
I am just back from Wales, where my father was born, where a small village in a narrow valley contains an awful lot of people with whom I share some large percentage of my…
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Revolting 138

Emlyn Lewis
Caring Carers Who Care. We can all agree that it’s much better to not care than to care, but sometimes you have to, and more specifically, sometimes you have to take care of…

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