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Everyone cherishes some images permanently burned into memory like a tattoo. So many fill my head I find it impossible to rank them. Without question, Crater Lake reigns as…

I spent much of last week walking the floor of the MADE bicycle show in Portland, OR, drifting in and out of booths, running my eye over the best work of the best bike…

The Deerfield Dirt Road Randonnée (D2R2) is one of the oldest gravel events in the country. First run in 2005, long before gravel was a thing, this event is still…

So as you might know I write marketing copy for a number of companies and players in the bike industry. The folks I work with are all US-based, not because I planned it that…

Editor's note: we're revisiting this piece from 2015 as a result of some questions we've recently fielded regarding both aerodynamics and leg shaving, and the aerodynamics of…

It looks like a cloudy, overcast fall day as I gaze into the sky. No telling the position of the sun, its stellar rays unable to pebetrate the dense lay hanging over us. A…

My father did not ride bikes as an adult. He quit playing soccer in his early 30s. He didn't jog or lift weights. He just worked. He had aches and pains, as many of us do…

There is some physical law of conservation at play on the city streets. The space there cannot be created or destroyed, and the number of total users, drivers, bus riders,…

Cycling nirvana. The sweet scent of the towering pines and firs gets lost in desperate, heaving attempts to squeeze some oxygen out of light mountain air. …

Like you, I sometimes chafe at the things the bike industry tries to sell me, the volume of hype cranked to 11, the dubious tales of limitless speed and comfort and…