Op-Ed

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…

There was a moment, late in Saturday's ride, as my legs were feeling the shakiness that comes with an end-of-ride near-bonk, when I realized I was happy. Not just pleased or…

The leaves in the vineyard are the color of tanned leather, not yet that hopeless brown of winter, just bright enough to glow in the muted light. Clouds the gray of slate…

This is Django. He might be 6-years-old. He has an underbite, that makes it look like he's possibly angry with you. He isn't. He's just sorta ugly, which turns out to be one…

“Manners in a time of COVID-19 and the unequivocally white, abled, colonialist rejection of them” seems like a mouthful to start a column with, yet here we are with me…

I got hit by a car once (actually a few times), but this particular time it took an odd psycho-emotional toll on me that affected my riding for nearly a year. The wrist I…

“I study war so that my children may study peace and my grandchildren may study poetry.” —John Adams It was on a cool March morning nearly 20 years ago that I rolled into the…

Every year or so, me and some of the hoodlums that I wasted my best years racing bikes with do a mountain bike bender somewhere that’s supposed to be cool. Past adventures…