TCI Friday

This whole life of cycling began in earnest along the Southern California coast, where I could pedal just two blocks and turn north or south on the Pacific…

The first organized ride I covered as a writer ventured through the rolling hills in the back country of Orange County. I had a map of the course, and after…

Funny how my brain works. At least it’s funny to me. Then again, most things are funny to me. Laying on my back in the middle of the road, cradling my left…

Desperately lost on a back road in Washington state with no cell reception to awaken my mapping app nor call my wife to figure out where she was and how we…

As personal cycling adventures go, one of my all-time favorites was my attempt to ride the 138-mile Celestial Seasonings Red Zinger race course in 2000 as a…

We interrupt your pleasant road bike ride to clear the remnants of a huge aluminum busted landscaper rake out of the bike lane instead of swerving into traffic…

Einstein shared with us that time is flexible, and I read Stephen Hawking’s book, A Brief History of Time, which, of course, was hardly brief and took up way…

Pedaling down the California coast just south of Carlsbad along the famed PCH, I rolled up on whom I christened without question as the biggest dumb duck bike…

I’ve had a love/hate relationship with caffeine for years, well, actually decades. Hey, I’m an old fart. Many, many years ago I decided to experiment to…

I hate driving my bike anywhere. HATE IT! There was a time when it seemed like such a simple thing to do, and over the years, it was. Sorta. It began for…