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Earlier in the week, when I was cogitating on what I wanted to ask you this week, I thought maybe I'd talk about bikes you wished you'd had, the ones that got…

I'm trying to be wrong more. No. That's not right. I'm trying to be willing to be wrong more. Yeah. That's it. Without wading in too deep, and without…

I have a big, white ceramic bowl, whimsically asymmetrical in design, that sits on the shelf just above the potato chips, and that bowl holds a cornucopia of…

I owe you this. Last Friday I was up a snowy mountain trail looking for the better parts of my soul and letting the sweat evaporate from the top of my sweaty…

I'm a bad friend sometimes. Bruce had suggested we get in one last mountain bike ride before the big snow storm, the one swirling outside my window as I type.…

Regular readers might be shocked to find out that I am very regularly asked for my advice, vis a vis, cycling products. To say that my opinions don't…

I have been going back through the (really rather massive) archive of writing that Padraig and I (to a lesser extent) compiled at Red Kite Prayer, partly to…

Like you, I've had gratitude bouncing around my brain for the last couple days. I have so much to be thankful for that it's hard to know where to begin. In a…

Have you ever met a person who, if everybody likes a particular thing, dislikes it on principle? Sort of a mix of curmudgeon and contrarian. Like a…

It was the '70s, and I was in awe. Evel Knievel was jumping a Harley over buses, and Scott Wesson was riding wheelies all the way down our suburban street.…