Op-Ed

When I looked up, the scene rising above me defied my understanding. The hillside held knotted redwoods, the gray of branches and trunks laced like teeth in gears. I couldn't…

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…

I've ridden in rain and it made me tougher. At least, it made me feel tough. I've ridden in the cold and learned it wasn't so cold. I've ridden in the snow and found the…

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…

To be a sprinter is to be composed of dynamite, sewing needle and amygdala-free alpha urges. To a true sprinter, fear is cotton candy on the tongue of a child. They negotiate…

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.…

We live in an acquisitive world. More stuff, bigger cars, larger homes, faster computers, we're implored by the advertisers to improve our lives with their hawked wares. …

When I think back on my earliest memory of a bicycle and a hill, what I recall is the down, the building momentum, wind in hair, the involuntary grin. Turning around to go…

I have a single-speed (currently fixed) bike with a basket, that I use for errands. You know the winter is wearing thin when you fantasize about riding to the grocery store…