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I spent five years riding on 20-inchers and 16-inchers. Yes, as an adult. I’m not talking BMX, either. OK, so I spent a whole summer riding a unicycle as a teenager,…

The sign read "BRIDGE OUT," and two tall, orange traffic cones blocked the way. Google Maps flickered and rerouted to a dirt road off to the right. This dirt road had a name,…

Tires susurrating against fresh pavement, crunching through real gravel, crackling through dead leaves. The wah-wah-wah of a knobby on asphalt. The whiz and whirl of the…

My mind’s calendar flips through memories like a Vegas blackjack dealer shuffling two decks when I’m on my bike. The years slip by like miles in the middle of a Century. …

What if there were no cars? What if we'd invented the internal combustion engine, but then realized that it spewed too much toxic bullshit to put into regular use? What if…

I have probably just doomed TCI to all sorts of Google and social media excommunication, but I just have to share this feeling I have, that reality is not at all what it…

You are not alone. It's easy to feel alone at times. Like when you're breezing down the road solo on your bike, the sound of traffic so constant it becomes numbing. …

After writing a week or two back that now is a great time to buy a new bike, due primarily to a glut of inventory on the supply chain, I got the question, what sorts of…

Is it possible that any cyclist who is a parent wouldn't want their kid to find their way to cycling? Yeah, it's possible, but it doesn't seem probable. When I first heard of…

This title is misleading in some ways. You already know how to crash your bike, or at the very least, you know that you will sometimes crash, even if, in the aftermath, it's…