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Fast regional racer. Kinda cocky. Fast. He was pure roadie when I met him. Mountain biking was still new.  I was one of the few in lycra shorts and a team jersey at the…

A friend asked me this question, tongue firmly planted in cheek, and then I decided to take it seriously and talked about it on last week's Paceline. In the interim, I've…

Sometimes I come here not knowing exactly what I want to say. I sit down at the keyboard with a feeling and start to type. Today I'm thinking a lot about acceptance. It's…

“You call yourself a surgeon?!?” Doctor Gulmanukas exclaimed at me upon viewing my dissection of our cadaver’s inner ear. Myself and my other classmates in my freshman gross…

I got asked a question by a friend recently and it was a bit of a surprise because I can’t recall if anyone has ever asked me this question before. The question was: Why…

Holy week is over, the seven days from the Tour of Flanders to Paris-Roubaix. If you missed those races and/or their highlights, I'll just say they seldom disappoint, and if…

Brakes. They have come a long way. Yes, I believe that disc brakes are great. I do not believe they are the end all. I do believe there are situations where the complexity of…

The other day I was blissfully pedaling up a trail, lost in an internal reverie about cupcakes or cloud seeding—I really don’t remember. The only sound was my own huffing and…

I don't know about you, but I assume all pro-racers were child prodigies consumed by the dream of riding on far flung continents. As it turns out Svein Tuft was not that kid.…

Phil Collins is probably a real nice guy. He's obviously supremely talented. That he happens to be the avatar of soulless, corporate pop hits is just happenstance. Someone…