TCI Friday

Few joys can match riding your bike East on the Columbia River Gorge Historic Highway Trail. The Gorge is glorious for its stunning views as well as…

My older brother Tom and his buddy Gary took a Twilight Zone/Stephen King approach to big brotherhood with me since, of course, Tom spent six years as the lone…

Excuse me for a moment while I plop my ass in my rockin’ chair on the front porch, scratch my five-day facial growth and speak to the concept my generation…

Following up on previous discussions that clearly classify me as a closet curmudgeon, let me assure you that I have embraced the future on occasion.  …

Sweat pours down my forehead saturating my eyebrows. I slide my right index finger inside my sunglasses and swipe the left, then the right, with a flick like…

Our annual weeklong stay at the Newberry National Volcanic Monument drew to a close with a final riding opportunity. With my favorite rides already under my…

Ah, the tricks my memory can play on me! Somewhere deep inside my noggin, unbeknownst to me, some smart-ass neurons are synapping back and forth laughing their…

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…