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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.

Op-Ed

TCI Friday

Emlyn Lewis
Last week I wrote this thing, and I wasn't completely honest in it. Reader Alan said in comments, something that struck me as entirely true, which is to say I do NOT always…
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The Under/Over

Emlyn Lewis
Mountain biking has gone too far. Not only has it become a super expensive sport to get into, but more and more we act like you need a high-end, dual suspension bike to have…
Op-Ed

The Corrections

Emlyn Lewis
A thing I wrote years ago for Red Kite Prayer. On this Monday, when the words are all stuck in between my ears, refusing to find my fingertips, a good reminder that sometimes…
Op-Ed

TCI Friday

Emlyn Lewis
I promise you I'm not a glove fetishist, although if you went through the gear bins in my basement you might reasonably come to that conclusion. For a time, I was deeply…
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The Period of a Light

Emlyn Lewis
I looked back over my left shoulder to see if the light had changed or if the WALK sign was lit. I did this reflexively. The thing is I had run the light. I admit it. That's…

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