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
I stopped, because we all stopped maybe. I'm not sure why we stopped. When grambling, you don't need a great reason to stop, because stopping is just part of it. Also, the…
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Solo Work – Off Canvas

Emlyn Lewis
I came upon an old woman pushing her bike. We were near the place where the secondary bike path, the one most people don’t use, turns into a trail. We were the only ones out…
Op-Ed

TCI Friday

Emlyn Lewis
One of the things I do is advise people in the bike industry on topics of sales and marketing. I'm an advisor. Sometimes I create "content" that serves the purposes of either…
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My (Not) Dirty Secret

Emlyn Lewis
What you are about to read may frighten and confuse you. It's ok. They're just words. Beyond that, only suggestions. That you will read these words on a site dedicated to…
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A Good Day

Emlyn Lewis
It’s a good day, well, probably a great one, when you can meet your friends at 6:30am for a dirt ride, when your legs don’t scream and your lungs don’t hurt as the group…
Op-Ed

TCI Friday

Emlyn Lewis
It's complicated. Of course it is. Cycling's history with doping. It's so complicated, in fact, that I can't even type the name of a certain cyclist, because if I do that,…

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