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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…

Let me start by saying I don't know Karen's real name. I didn't ask. Our interaction started out polite, became fraught, and ended up polite again. The right and wrong of…

Here's a thing I wrote some years ago that I happened across the other day. I hope you like it. In the languid summer, in the rise of the hill, as we work our way up and…

A call to commerce! An unsubtle, attention-grabbing shout out! A gentle plea. Please witness the arrival of the brand-new, classic Cycling Independent Black t-shirt. …

The Truth About Cats and Dogs is an adorable little romcom from 1996, a retelling of the Cyrano de Bergerac story with a gender swap. It's about a woman (Janeane Garofalo)…