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There are words I like, cacophony, antediluvian, semiotic, and words I don't, enmity, colonel, duodenum. There are words I wish were words, like craptasm and smugputz, and…

Photo: Breezer #6 (for Wende Cragg) 1978. See more here. This week we talk about the proliferation, convergence and overlap of bike categories and try to see where…

Listen, if you're not a coffee drinker, I understand fully that other people's preoccupation with this bitter, hot water gets pretty tiresome. You might even feel a little…

I glanced to my left as I cruised down the street and spied a mockingbird, its long tail feathers canted upward, perched on the edge of a birdbath. Round the next corner, the…

I don't make the schedule, and I don't have a coach, so what I ride depends on when I get invited or when I feel inspired. And so it was on Saturday morning that the second…

At some point in our cycling history, someone decided that WD-40 was bad, and for a period of a few years I stopped using it on my bicycles. In retrospect, this is a little…

Just to be clear, if you've clicked your way here in hope of reading something about the new EKAR (not a Star Wars character evidently) or the latest EPS, you're in the wrong…

What product on the market today holds out greater hope of usefulness than an energy drink? ENERGY!!! We all need it. We all want it. We know, just know, deep down in our…

I've always liked machines, the more Rube Goldberg, the better. Part of my initial love of cycling was simply my love of the derailleur; that I could both go someplace and…

I stopped, because we all stopped maybe. I'm not sure why we stopped. When grambling, you don't need a great reason to stop, because stopping is just part of it. Also, the…