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My mom bought my first bike. There was a story in the local paper about a couple of hippies who had opened a bike shop and the cool English brand they were carrying—Raleigh.…

Like you, I have opinions. I have even been called 'opinionated' by people who know and like me. But the older I get the fewer opinions I have, because there's so much I'm…

My first New England fall wowed me the way young love hits everyone. I'd left home mere weeks before and carried the primed disposition of someone champing for their crack at…

The Sea Otter Classic is unlike any other event I've attended, anywhere on the planet, and while that may not be surprising, this part does surprise me: It is chaotic in a…

There is a lovely if not kind of disgusting aphorism that states that men never throw away old underwear; it just eventually disintegrates into dust never to be seen again.…

It's become a cliche to say that in the bike industry we come for the gear and stay for the people, but it's true. That said, the gear never gets boring. I'm not going…

One of the gifts mountain biking presents to us is the opportunity to cross paths with truly wild animals. My use of that adverb is meant to delineate the difference between…

I found out the hard way that mid-ride bonks come in more flavors than I would have guessed. I've had ones that snuck up on me, arriving in between two efforts. One minute…

Here we have a missive from friend Bence Balla in Budapest, which is alliterative. He's sharing an experience some of us "hardcore" cyclists have learned over time, that you…

We don't normally share content created by brands here. It isn't how we see our editorial mission. But. When I began working to build The Cycling Independent, I swore that I…