climbing

I’ve got nothing against climbing. At least once a week I head into Oregon’s Coastal Range, where my ride begins with a two-mile climb with grades that are,…

It's downright entertaining how we change throughout our course in life. I'm tempted to say we evolve, but, at least in my case, that might be a bit of a…

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…

There are no photos of me on that hill. No one captured the moment, coming around the first corner and already out of breath, when I stopped momentarily, put…

When I think back on my earliest memory of a bicycle and a hill, what I recall is the down, the building momentum, wind in hair, the involuntary grin. Turning…