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One of the sublime joys of cycling, for me, is the feeling of capability that permeates your soul when you crest a long, difficult rise. Maybe it's a road climb, the pitch of…

This is a note from myself, from last year, and a good reminder for what it takes, in the colder, darker parts of the year. When I’m tired, I get quiet. Sometimes I don’t…

I watch a lot of videos, obviously, and in sharing them with you, week after week, I feel obligated to say what I think is interesting about them. This one just fractures…

Blankening is the process by which hard physical effort erases your psycho-emotional mind. It’s a word I just made up and possibly the title of my #1 best-selling, self-help…

Any crash whose injuries are soothed by application of ice and ibuprofen might not be a proper crash, which is disappointing for the person (me) with the bruises and aches,…

The concierge slid two small keys across the counter to us for bikes #11 and #12. We walked down the dirt path that led to the bike shed and freed our rides from their coiled…

There's something charming and quixotic about the World Championships. Riders race for their home countries, not their teams, but team affinities also play a role out on the…

All my best ideas are written on water, sinking to a bottom that doesn’t exist. Currents shift them left and right. Waves swamp them. One day I will die and take them all…

I am stained, between the ears. It's a god-awful mess. There is ego everywhere and ego's terrible counterweights, self-doubt, fear, and insecurity. It's like someone's made a…

There is something irresistible about Ammiek van Vleuten, by which I mean, there are top riders and top teams working very hard to keep her from winning things, but she keeps…