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I sometimes wonder how I can keep riding bikes. I mean, I still love it. I still very regularly find that stupid grin blooming across my stupid face. But it's…

Every curator ends up with a piece of art in their museum that leaves patrons scratching their heads and wondering how exactly it arrived within those hallowed…

As I'm sure you're aware, there are only so many hours in the day. So, when Padraig and I set aside some time for editorial planning and brainstorming, one…

If you read my idealistic screed A Panacea the other day, then you might have taken issue with my idea to give people tax credits for bicycle and…

I can't tell whether I find myself in a real riding conundrum or whether I'm just maybe a little too lazy. I'll let you decide. Currently, I have three…

My bike was red. I was eight-years-old, and that constitutes most of what I knew about it. I learned years later that it was made by Peugot. Apparently, they…

One of the small bits of progress I've made as a human in mid-stage adulthood is the acceptance and readiness to be wrong about things. Growing up, as they…

Like any writer, I have a pile of books next to my bed. The pile shrinks and grows, a topographic map of my fragile curiosity. Currently, it contains one piece…

A quick note on how TCI Friday works: This is meant to be a forum for our readers to share their thoughts and experiences on their own cycling lives. What I…

I told part of a story in a post the other day. It was a story about getting dropped and bonking and then coming back to life and rejoining the group and all…