Monthly Archives: February 2015

Friday Group Ride #252

Friday Group Ride #252

There are a lot of ways to match. You can match your saddle to your bar tape. You can match your bar, stem and post. You can paint your stem to match your frame. You can match the finish on your ...

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The Aero Makeover

The Aero Makeover

My life is full of competing desires. I want to be a good father. I want to drink wine (or beer) with dinner. I want to stay married. I need to write on a daily basis. And I love riding my bike ...

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Security

Security

Aside from being the name of one of my favorite albums of all time, I’ve been thinking about a more traditional definition of security, as regards bicycles. In running an increasing number ...

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Hidden Mercy

Hidden Mercy

The wind will take your soul on a day like this, leave it tattered and flapping in the branches of a tall tree, like a kid’s lost kite. I lay in bed two snoozes after the alarm had woken me ...

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Friday Group Ride #251

Friday Group Ride #251

Don’t worry. This isn’t about the weather. I just happened to be standing on the roof, outside the kids’ bedroom window, raking snow to keep the ice dams at bay, when my wife, ...

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The Trouble With Black

The Trouble With Black

I’m fond of writing that I don’t believe there’s much in the bike industry that you need to be warned against. Today’s bike manufacturers do a damn fine job of making ...

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Prints!

Prints!

At last. This is a post I’ve been waiting to compose for more than a year. I’m pleased to announce that we finally are able to present Bill Cass’ incredible illustrations in ...

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I’ve Been Dropped

I’ve Been Dropped

Theo Padnos is an American journalist who was kidnapped by some amateurs in northern Syria, then delivered to the Syrian al Qaeda franchise, Jebha al Nusra. Al Nusra kept him for 22 months. He is ...

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The Rock Cobbler

The Rock Cobbler

Moments after riding up from the trail and rejoining the pavement, I could see the pop-up tent at the edge of the biker bar’s parking lot. The cool wind of relief washed over me. Checkpoint ...

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