Op-Ed

You love riding bikes, which is different than being in love with riding bikes. It's like any relationship really. Sometimes it burns with passion; sometimes it's just a sort…

Today is my 50th birthday, which doesn't mean much, unless you're me. I woke up with a plan for an epic hike with friends, but then tested positive for Covid on my way out…

I like to call it Xmas, because, to me, the X can represent anything. Like, sure, there are plenty of you who celebrate Christmas from a religious point-of-view, but lots of…

I am not a hardcore bike commuter. I only ride to work a couple times a week. It's less than an hour each way, and I don't go when the weather is particularly nasty or on…

When I was about 6, some local kids, teenagers, built a little plywood bridge over the rain ditch that separated our houses from the woods, the easier to access the system of…

In my work, I have the opportunity to speak with bike shop owners all over the country. Right now, there is really only one conversation, and that is, when will things go…

My bike was red. I was eight-years-old, and that constitutes most of what I knew about it. I learned years later that it was made by Peugot. Apparently, they made BMX bikes…

If you read the last TCI Friday, you will know that I had an unfortunate and entirely avoidable conflict with a runner, who turned out to be my neighbor. I promised then to…

I have an ex who saw her world in sets of three. Three friends, three beers, three scratch tickets, yadda. Any time something significant happened, she would intone that she…

One of the small bits of progress I've made as a human in mid-stage adulthood is the acceptance and readiness to be wrong about things. Growing up, as they say, is hard to…