Op-Ed

When I think about what we do as cyclists, certain words recur with pop-hit chorus regularity. There’s ‘hard.’ There’s ‘challenging.’ There’s ‘suffering.’ There’s ‘difficult.’…

I'm a bad friend sometimes. Bruce had suggested we get in one last mountain bike ride before the big snow storm, the one swirling outside my window as I type. I said I was…

What was the day like when we discovered we loved cycling? I'll bet a hundy yours was like mine. A warm breeze blew, the sun shone in perfection, and as the wind riffled…

COVID sucks. It’s the elephant that’s always in the room. A vague, foreboding that’s fucking up everyone’s plans. People’s behaviors are defensive, regressive and often…

Regular readers might be shocked to find out that I am very regularly asked for my advice, vis a vis, cycling products. To say that my opinions don't necessarily reflect…

Our peloton was making its way to Rt. 140, a gentle climb that wound from the town of Wallingford to the village of East Wallingford in central Vermont. The occasion was the…

I have been going back through the (really rather massive) archive of writing that Padraig and I (to a lesser extent) compiled at Red Kite Prayer, partly to recycle old ideas…

In every crash there is a moment where the brain fails to comprehend what is happening. It's a predictable problem: We trust our experience to be one thing (just riding…

Once bitten twice shyI keep my distance but you still catch my eyeTell me baby, do you recognize meWell it’s been a year it doesn’t surprise meLast Christmas I wrapped it up,…

Like you, I've had gratitude bouncing around my brain for the last couple days. I have so much to be thankful for that it's hard to know where to begin. In a year when the…