Op-Ed

Hello again, this is the second installment of my column, A Line in the Dirt, I’m Troy and I thank you for tuning in. My life has been like riding in Derby, Tasmania,…

One of the things I do is advise people in the bike industry on topics of sales and marketing. I'm an advisor. Sometimes I create "content" that serves the purposes of either…

It's complicated. Of course it is. Cycling's history with doping. It's so complicated, in fact, that I can't even type the name of a certain cyclist, because if I do that,…

Dear Mighty Wizard, With Wizard Staffs Across The Universe coming up soon, do you have any advice for a newbie trying to reach wizard status? Are you the wisest wizard of…

I was talking with Stevil about a possible future project. We don't really know each other, so we were just trying to see if we had enough common mental ground to "work"…

He's up the road; that's it. Never mind the road is unpaved, only as wide as a sedan and peppered with rocks like black pepper on scrambled eggs. How easy it is to choose…

At some point we gotta draw a line in the dirt. Wandering around aimlessly, sending unclear messages as to what our direction is, leaving behind a disorganized mess of…

I kiss my wife, pat the dog on the head, and tromp down the stairs to the basement. My bike shoes are there. My helmet is there. All the gloves and hats and warmers. The…

Cycling owes a lot to teeth. So does eating corn. I'm here today to explain the relationship between those two things. First, the number of teeth you employee to ride a…

The forest was sparse, and grass grew knee-high, encroaching the trail, which meant that sometimes I wasn't so much reading the trail as watching for the lane in the grass,…