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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In Red Ink

Emlyn Lewis
I stare up at the hillside. It's a blank page, lined, my heart a promissory note, written in red ink. But I have nowhere to be and nothing but time. There's a boulder I've…
Op-Ed

TCI Friday

Emlyn Lewis
My bike was red. I was eight-years-old, and that constitutes most of what I knew about it. I learned years later that it was made by Peugot. Apparently, they made BMX bikes…
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As It Lays, As It Lies

Emlyn Lewis
New England's woodlands are crisscrossed with stone walls, the remnants of a time when these forested acres were farmland. It's a curious fact of our history that there are…
Talk

Revolting 10 Podcast

Emlyn Lewis
This week the guys talk about eating for mediocrity. Robot waxes poetic, rhapsodic, and lyrical about the fine fare on offer at 7-11, and we learn that Stevil has a strict…

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