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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…

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…

Typically it just takes a quick glance at the forecast to satisfy my scant informational needs, having embraced minimalism in my planning strategies many years ago, but…

Night rides. I love them. Since my first night ride many moons ago I ride when it is a full moon. I ride other nights also, but this is mostly about…

As much as I pine for crazy adventure and worry I'm never going to get to all the Earth's finest mountain biking spots, I gotta represent my New England home sometimes. I…

Life is full of weird turns. I first published this piece in July of 2013. Jennifer, the subject of this piece, and I connected a short time after she finished her tour…

I tend to talk a lot about bike shops here, and that might be because a lot of my living depends on the health of the bike shop as a business model. So, I want to own my…

Rolling down my driveway under dark, gray skies with a 40-degree breeze blowing right down my neck and watering my eyes even behind my fogging sunglasses, I wonder how in the…

Once upon a time I traveled for work. In one particular city, I would call a friend and we would ride. It was great. She knew the roads, I did not. She rode well. I could…

A flash back: I'm at home. On the couch. The kids are in bed. The wife is watching TV. I'm combing through eBay's endless stupidity for things I don't need and probably won't…