TCIF

TCI Friday is meant to be a participatory activity. I do a little dance here at the beginning, and then I pose a question. The game works best if you put your…

When it comes to bikes, I have these competing impulses. On one hand, I'd like the industry to be a bit more of a Wild West, more companies doing more creative…

I find myself at zero (not Less Than). Three weeks of back spasms. Three weeks of submitting myself to all manner of arcane treatments. Three weeks of…

There's an ad on the television machine of late. It features a guy who got famous by playing an irascible heroin addict. The company and guy are not important.…

We were rolling along, me perched near the front of the banana seat, him running beside, one hand on the back of the seat, the other on the handlebars, and…

I glanced to my left as I cruised down the street and spied a mockingbird, its long tail feathers canted upward, perched on the edge of a birdbath. Round the…

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…