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Each morning Mount Bailey stands silently in the shadows across the still waters of Diamond Lake until the sunlight slowly slides from its peak to its base, revealing a…

Join us for some mountain bike riding. Ok I will. I was in Colorado riding a road event when a friend encouraged me to stay a bit longer and join his friends riding mountain…

“When did you get into cycling?” he asked invitingly. Our wheels hummed side-by-side down a quiet rural highway somewhere in Wyoming, or maybe Nebraska, it’s all a blur. I…

Here's what it's about. Riding with friends on the regular. Pushing each other. Encouraging each other. Making fun of each other. Having tons of fun. These ladies have…

EDITOR’S NOTE: This is the final in a series of my bike ride from San Francisco to Carlsbad. Morning sunlight cast a soothing, comforting glow upon downtown Santa Barbara…

There are too many of them to put on a poster or on the side of a milk carton. And it's not that they were taken, or that they ran away, it's that they never existed. And…

As I said on the Paceline yesterday, I believe sports are just character-driven narrative, and since I spent so much time breaking down the men's Tour on that show, I was…

Life is charmingly strange sometimes. For example, here are some seemingly disparate facts of my existence that converged recently and begat the interview that follows. …

EDITOR’S NOTE: This is the fourth in a series of my bike ride from San Francisco to Carlsbad. A full moon neared dipping behind the Western horizon, lighting up the…

Background: We had little resources for bike gear…after all it was college days.   Lance, my buddy and main training partner bought a pair of expensive shorts. He saved…