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.

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GTFO

Emlyn Lewis
This is my office. This couch. That dog. It is a comfortable place to sit for an hour or two at a time, but if I sit there all day my body tells me the ergonomics aren’t…
Op-Ed

TCI Friday

Emlyn Lewis
TCI Friday works best when you read and react. Please consider adding your voice in the comments. Today's discussion comes out of a segment we did on The Paceline…
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He Died of a Saddle Sore

Emlyn Lewis
This, my epitaph, the stone mason chortling softly to himself as he works at the granite plinth. It seems fitting really, a testament to the hours I spent in the saddle, and…
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A Broken Scale

Emlyn Lewis
A broken scale may or may not tell you something you want to know. It may say you're doing ok. It may tell you you're good enough. Or it might say you don't measure up.…
Talk

Revolting 34

Emlyn Lewis
Courier Pigeons. This episode is about bike couriers, messengering, and the strangely outsized influence of a niche job on cycling culture. Stevil was one, so we hear some…

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