Op-Ed

The dancing flames of my campfire typically leave me in more of a meditative trance than an antsy-pantsy buzz. Come morning, I’ll ride down to the base of Paulina Peak and…

Each summer we christen our annual road trip with a stay at the Newberry National Volcanic Monument outside of Bend, Oregon. For the past four years, I’ve tested my…

I met Hal in the 1980s when I was assigned to work on the other side of the Park Workstand from him at The Peddler Bike Shop in Memphis. We couldn't have been more different.…

I’ve been christening a number of new rides the past few months. Although we’ve lived in Oregon for nearly 19 years, and this particular neck of the woods west of Salem…

Chasing media jobs throughout my career has taken me around the US to live in seven states as an adult, and I’ve ridden my bike in each of them: Wisconsin, Iowa, California,…

Due to a quirk of my travel schedule, I spent Father's Day away from my sons. It was a bummer, but I knew we have a trip coming up that would satisfy my Father's Day dreams,…

The group has started to gather for our Saturday ride.  Look at that guy.  His bike is decade(s) old.  It is not aero. He is not wearing NEXTHOT brand clothing/helmet, and do…

The Tour kicks off tomorrow in Florence, which is in Italy last I checked, and doesn't get to France until Stage 4. That's nothing shocking since the Tour usually starts…

It’s an endless debate these days over what happened to cycling camaraderie, when passing bike riders acknowledged each other either with gestures like a wave or nod of the…

Once upon a time, human people stood as still as they possibly could while a thing called a "camera" exposed "photographic" film to light, so as to make an image. If you…