TCI Friday

Looking through a contact sheet of photos from a bike race, something was missing. The young photographer had a pretty good eye for location, finding decent…

Years and years and even more years have passed since I’ve heard Rod Stewart crooning about Maggie May, but that’s the kind of things that happen on a good old…

To paraphrase Toby Keith, I ain’t as fast as I once was, but I’m as fast once as I ever was. Especially when a dog pops out of nowhere in hot pursuit. …

Just a few years ago, as they were about to celebrate their 30th birthday, I tossed my first pair of Shimano SPD road cleats in the garbage. I got them in…

I’m not sure when I came to devilishly devour extreme heat on my bike. It very well could have been many, many moons ago when I ventured out to the desert in…

The Tour de France is as much a parade of chaos as it is a bike race, a testament to the P.T. Barnum maxim, "Nothing draws a crowd like a crowd." And this…

Rolling on down the highway, again — the same old highway I rolled down yesterday, and the day before, and will probably roll down again tomorrow — it strikes…

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…

I feel certain I've asked this one before, but it's been a while and my memory isn't what it used to be. I went for an MTB ride with some friends the other…

We'd been climbing this hillside in gradual, swooping switchbacks when Koop's chain popped. There at the ridgeline was a boulder with a wooden ladder granting…