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
Any shoe is a bike shoe once you slap it on a pedal, so in effect, I have a closet full of cycling shoes. That said, I'm a devotee of the tippy-tappy variety that attaches to…
Op-Ed

TCI Friday

Emlyn Lewis
I made a critical mistake. In bailing on a planned ride, I said, "I forgot I made a plan with my mom." It was true. I'd committed to helping my mother with a project. She…
Op-Ed

TCI Friday

Emlyn Lewis
We are very near the beginning of meteorological spring now. Time to throw the windows open and let the fresh air in. In cycling terms, a spring tune up is in order, even…
Page One

A Counter Culture

Emlyn Lewis
Culture is one of those nebulous words, describing a set of characteristics and interacting factors, a hazy, almost discreet quality of human communities. Counter culture,…
Op-Ed

TCI Friday

Emlyn Lewis
I got a new car, which is an odd way to open a column about cycling, but here we are. I got a new car, and that necessitates the acquisition of a new bicycle carrying system.…

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