Op-Ed

I was flying into RIC. This in and of itself was not strange but having been a previous resident of RVA for nearly a half a dozen years I cannot recall ever flying to or from…

A cold wind blew off the Hudson River and into our faces. Even as I buried myself within the pack of 80 or so riders, I could feel the damp air move through the pack like…

I’ve had several conversations in the past six months or so with cyclists who have had life get in the way of their riding. The reasons have been all over the map:…

A couple days ago I finished my day's work, got changed and headed out for a ride. Unremarkable, right? Not quite. It was pouring rain. And in the 50s. Yes, I wore thermal…

You don’t need a weatherman to tell you where the cat box is or whatever Robert Zimmerman once said. Yet I believe erryone has moments when they could be a Seer. I’m the…

When I published, "Why We Ride," I did a book tour for it, reading the work at bike shops and cafes in a half dozen states. When I arrived at The Spokesman, in Santa Cruz,…

Well Conner, mighty fine time to speak of New Years resolutions. Well, resolutions are not limited to New Years and most of those have a already been abandoned. Multiple…

Entering adulthood isn't something conferred upon us on our 18th or even 21st birthday. Legally, maybe, though even the law can find this threshold fuzzy. But real adulthood…

Yes, the topic today includes butt width … and also speaks of some pains that might go with it. Is that the best way to start out the new year? Hmm. In cycling you…

My origin story as an adult cyclist, the ride that brought me back into the fold, occurred on a small residential street in Midtown Memphis in 1985, behind the pro music…