Op-Ed

Ah, the tricks my memory can play on me! Somewhere deep inside my noggin, unbeknownst to me, some smart-ass neurons are synapping back and forth laughing their asses off. …

I was a relatively broke graduate student working in a bike shop when I told my parents I planned to spend $60 on a bike helmet. The LeMond Air Attack from Giro retailed for…

This whole life of cycling began in earnest along the Southern California coast, where I could pedal just two blocks and turn north or south on the Pacific Coast Highway to…

Sometime in my teens, my father planned a family vacation at some resort on the Gulf Coast frequented by the Old Money families from the South. The tri-fold brochure that my…

The first organized ride I covered as a writer ventured through the rolling hills in the back country of Orange County. I had a map of the course, and after watching the…

"Two inches!" He yelled. "I want you two inches off my rear wheel." We were deep enough into the Berkshire Mountains that I didn't know where we were. The road was…

Desperately lost on a back road in Washington state with no cell reception to awaken my mapping app nor call my wife to figure out where she was and how we would ever…

As personal cycling adventures go, one of my all-time favorites was my attempt to ride the 138-mile Celestial Seasonings Red Zinger race course in 2000 as a prelude to…

We interrupt your pleasant road bike ride to clear the remnants of a huge aluminum busted landscaper rake out of the bike lane instead of swerving into traffic to avoid it. …

A couple of weeks ago I was discussing flow and cycling with someone and mentioned creativity and because our discussion had been focused on road cycling, I got a look that…