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The Pure Cyclist

I was in Wales. I went looking for adventure. I went looking for a rest. I went looking for my father, whose ashes I'd laid in the small cemetery in the village he was born…

How wide????

It can be like listening to someone talking about the fish they caught and watching how wide their hands spread. Exactly how wide is that handlebar? Mountain biking…

Core Memories

I am just back from Wales, where my father was born, where a small village in a narrow valley contains an awful lot of people with whom I share some large percentage of my…

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