Author

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
Having sold bikes and components for a living I have visited bike shops near and far. And despite having been in so, so many of them, I'm never not interested to see what's…
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Smoothies

Emlyn Lewis
"Here! Try this! It's good for you!" Consider this series of statements. If it comes from a stranger, I'd wager only about one-in-ten of us reaches out a hand to take "this."…
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In Lieu of Flowers

Emlyn Lewis
We have been living in our Sandwich Days, my wife and I, with the two-sided strain of raising our kids and also caring for our aging parents. We've lost a few of those…
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In Olden Times

Emlyn Lewis
I wrote this one about ten years ago, but I've had this ride (and this piece) on my mind lately, because it represents one of the high points of my riding life, the perfect…
Op-Ed

TCI Friday

Emlyn Lewis
You know the deal. Read the paragraphs below. Express your opinions. It's like a test with no wrong answers. There are a lot of ways to buy a bike. The local bike shop is…
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The Hidden Gear

Emlyn Lewis
I am not sure when this bit of physical anomaly was revealed to me. Did I dream it? Was it whispered in my ear by a practitioner of cycling's dark arts? Or was it an…

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