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Hey, Just Ride 41

The spectacular view from Cinder Hill stretches across its namesake tumbling down the mountainside, skimming over East Lake, rising to Paulina Peak and settling upon Paulina

Riding There

Fez asked where we were going, and I said I didn't know. We were pedaling along at a pretty good clip, and he had inferred some sense of urgency, a need to get somewhere, so

Hey, Just Ride 40

All I need is a road. The more remote, the better. Gravel? Yes, please. A closed gate? The best. The true beauty of bikes lies in the freedom. Hi, I’m Raz. I’m

The Model Year Mistake

A new model year can be exciting. New things often are. But a time stamp is also a license to depreciate. Every new model year becomes a past model year, even an "old" model

Hey, Just Ride 39

It appeared that one final, last gasp bundle of opportunities rose out of the ashes as if to signal this is it, now or never, the end of the road — game over. Three

Hey, Just Ride 38

It all began with a crash. Of course I rode bikes as a kid. As I wrote earlier, I taught myself how to ride by lugging my brother’s rusting, heavy, solid-tire 24-incher

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