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
TCI Friday is a participatory feature. You read and respond. Last week, some friends and I were out on a mixed-terrain ride, a route we call the "Reverse Chapman."…
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In Rome

Emlyn Lewis
In Rome, along the banks of the Tiber, they wear togas and garlands made of laurel on their heads. It's hot there, and sandals are popular. It's a rich culture, there in…
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Winter Moths

Emlyn Lewis
This piece appeared on Red Kite Prayer in 2010. I was reminded of it by a moth clung to the side of the house the other day, and when I found the piece and blew the dust off…
Op-Ed

TCI Friday

Emlyn Lewis
You know how this works. There are questions here. It's best if you answer them, below, in comments. The way I work on my bikes has changed. I don't tune derailleurs much…
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The Good Guilt

Emlyn Lewis
Honest to golly, I pictured Fez's face as I sat on the small couch we have in our kitchen, the coffee warm in my hand but not yet raising my spirits. I had been thinking…

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