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There are a few things I love about this one. First, dude is riding in jeans and a cotton t-shirt. Who even knew you could do such things without synthetic fibers? Second,…

While feeling like a prisoner sentenced to paved roads of Yellowstone National Park, I did manage to find a hidden gem completely by accident: Chittenden Road. It’s a dirt…

Gravel? Dirt? Roads? All Roads? You might have read when I spoke of terminology in past writings. Clarity is important to me. Those that ride with me know that I…

The bicycle was born of the urge to fly. Sure. Sure. Working folk couldn't afford a horse. A bicycle was cheaper, took up less room and didn't require a supply of oats, but…

There are a few things I love about this one. First, there's no music. It's just the sound of the wind blowing and the buzz of freewheels. Second, the riding has a balletic…

I've told the story a dozen times by now. When I was eight years old a BMX bike appeared in front of our artificial Christmas tree and changed my life. With the holidays in…

Our National Parks and bicycles seem to have a rather bizarre love-hate relationship, and you need to look no further than the park system’s own marketing twist on the…

I was over at my pal Rob’s house on a rainy Saturday afternoon, up to the usual antics of a couple of bored ninth graders, smoking shitty weed, messing with junk in his…

You know these things, but maybe you haven't thought about them in exactly this way. In the middle '90s I was involved in a startup that built a stationary bike that modeled…

My wife speaks in acronyms. She works in software, and the people there, they are syllable avoidant. Very seldom is she explaining something to me about her day, that I don’t…