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I pick my nose. I think you probably do, too, not in the way of young children, who root around in the wet mess in the center of their face for the simple fact that they…

We'd pedaled in the shadow of Mont Ventoux, riding east across Provence just as summer's heat began to cook the asphalt. Outside of the town of Sisteron, we passed fields of…

It is unbecoming of an adult person to pull on a leotard and a pair of tap shoes and venture out in public with a plastic toy between their legs, and yet, legions of us are…

My mom bought my first bike. There was a story in the local paper about a couple of hippies who had opened a bike shop and the cool English brand they were carrying—Raleigh.…

Like you, I have opinions. I have even been called 'opinionated' by people who know and like me. But the older I get the fewer opinions I have, because there's so much I'm…

My first New England fall wowed me the way young love hits everyone. I'd left home mere weeks before and carried the primed disposition of someone champing for their crack at…

The Sea Otter Classic is unlike any other event I've attended, anywhere on the planet, and while that may not be surprising, this part does surprise me: It is chaotic in a…

There is a lovely if not kind of disgusting aphorism that states that men never throw away old underwear; it just eventually disintegrates into dust never to be seen again.…

It's become a cliche to say that in the bike industry we come for the gear and stay for the people, but it's true. That said, the gear never gets boring. I'm not going…

One of the gifts mountain biking presents to us is the opportunity to cross paths with truly wild animals. My use of that adverb is meant to delineate the difference between…