cycling

The soft morning light slowly unveiled my long shadow dancing on the asphalt in front of me as I crested the short hill on my bicycle. Careless and free with…

The spectacular view from Cinder Hill stretches across its namesake tumbling down the mountainside, skimming over East Lake, rising to Paulina Peak and…

All I need is a road. The more remote, the better. Gravel? Yes, please. A closed gate? The best. The true beauty of bikes lies in the freedom. …

It appeared that one final, last gasp bundle of opportunities rose out of the ashes as if to signal this is it, now or never, the end of the road — game over.…

It all began with a crash. Of course I rode bikes as a kid. As I wrote earlier, I taught myself how to ride by lugging my brother’s rusting, heavy,…

From the moment my feet left Mother Earth to hop onto a bike for the first ride, that sensation of launching into adventure became etched into my essence…

My mind’s calendar flips through memories like a Vegas blackjack dealer shuffling two decks when I’m on my bike. The years slip by like miles in the middle of…

Like an expert tracker I can sense if new logging has begun by looking at the road conditions. The more packed down the gravel the more likely serious work has…

Let's hear it for our man Raz's first TCI Friday! Read hard. Comment harder. Happy Friday. - Robot To most people I call it my annual kick off the summer…

It can sneak up on you, like a little flabby love handle around your waist, or a lengthening forehead as your hair retreats. One day you find yourself…