Op-Ed

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…

Earlier in the week, when I was cogitating on what I wanted to ask you this week, I thought maybe I'd talk about bikes you wished you'd had, the ones that got away, or…

I'm trying to be wrong more. No. That's not right. I'm trying to be willing to be wrong more. Yeah. That's it. Without wading in too deep, and without triggering any of you…

I am off the front of the field, just past the start/finish, pushed along by a tailwind that is doing more favors for me than the pack behind. I steal a quick look over my…

The how of winning. There are books upon books about it. To win in sport, to win in money, to win in love. It's the satisfaction of desire, Freud's id, the breath we want at…

I have a big, white ceramic bowl, whimsically asymmetrical in design, that sits on the shelf just above the potato chips, and that bowl holds a cornucopia of…

I'd been riding the Rocky Mountains for weeks, long enough to have acclimated to riding at 7000 feet. Despite the late June date, the mornings were cool enough to make breath…

You can’t complain about something unless you’re actively trying to do something to rectify it. This applies to diets, elections and personal circumstances. And in this…

I sit in a chair in a circle with two dozen other students, a mix of graduate and undergraduate English students, fanned out around Marvin Bell, an acclaimed poet and the…