cycling

A canopy of skyscraper Sitka Spruce reaches across the road toward each other as if I entered a calm, silent cathedral as I wind uphill through the thick rain…

By John Rezell High noon in Idaho’s West Mountains the baking summer sun sends the temperature soaring to triple digits as I settle into a steady rhythm…

THUMP-bump! THUMP-bump! THUMP-bump! THUMP-bump! My highly-elevated heart-rate pounded vehemently in my head, my temples throbbing and my eyes stinging from…

Deep in the grips of a Wisconsin winter when summer feels an eternity away, the daydreamers emerge from their hibernation and gaze off into space. That…

Life’s mysteries tend to whip my imagination into frenzies, which pretty much can be expected for a writer, dreamer and obsessive optimist like me. Mother…

Ah, young love. You know what I’m talking about. That phase when you just can’t get enough, and you want more, more, more! Not much can compare to falling…

My true belief is that people think too much. We spend too much time with the past or future flooding our brains that we sometimes miss the value of the…

For many years it stood as my inspirational New Year’s Eve tradition once my wife and daughters retired after ringing in a fresh start by banging pots with…

Soaked to the bone, my hands so cold my thumb doesn't have the strength to shift gears, I'm hammering as hard as I can on the descent, desperate to get warm…

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…