Op-Ed

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…

We've all heard that phrase. I've heard it end with a period, a simple declaration of something so obvious it needs no inflection. By the simple clarity of my role as a…

Here we are half-a-year into this crazy TCI experiment, a web site, a publication, a community weekly of sorts, and so we've been talking over what's gone right so far, and…

I chose cycling because it's the only time I don't feel like a klutz.I chose cycling because I can't stick the ball. I chose cycling because I didn't play team sports.I chose…

I mean really, I broke my bike while Zwifting? Sure I've broken one or two in my time, but it's weird because I'm small and not a cottage of wattage by any means. One was a…

As with most sports, cycling's portrayal in "civilian" cinema has almost always lacked the notes of authenticity that would convince a "real" cyclist they were watching…

It was early evening in summer in Memphis. Cotton stuck to skin, mosquitos like stars in the sky. I swung my leg over the saddle of the cruiser, held the grips in my hands…

We all have a favorite bike, right? Mine is a non-descript steel Sawyer from 2010. I bought it on a whim from the local shop who (quite oddly, in my opinion) couldn’t seem…

I have become that most elusive and chimeric of characters in the professional world, a consultant. What do I do? Who do I do it for? Some days it mystifies me, too. What…