Monthly Archives: October 2017

Friday Group Ride #382

Friday Group Ride #382

When I woke early Monday morning I had my doubts that the fire would affect my life. My wife had gone straight to DefCon 5 and was packing and waking the boys. She was pissed when Mini-Shred, who ...

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Paceline Podcast #87

Paceline Podcast #87

Phil Gaimon sits in on this edition of the Paceline. He plays along with all our normal antics: The Very Important Question and Paceline Picks. But what he really wants to talk about (and so do ...

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Catastrophe, Renewal & Beauty

Catastrophe, Renewal & Beauty

You can not think, sitting in an evacuation shelter with your wife and kids, of what will come next. Yes, you can think of the days in front of you, wondering when you’ll get to go home, if ...

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Friday Group Ride #381

Friday Group Ride #381

It was an odd place to ride to, this small college on Boston’s north shore, but I plotted a route that strung together unexpected urban bike paths, connecting roads that ribboned along ...

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Paceline Podcast #86

Paceline Podcast #86

After a difficult week in which schedules just didn’t meld (Vulcan or otherwise), the boys are back at it. This week’s Very Important Question concerns clipless pedals. On average, ...

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Interbike 2017, Part Last

Interbike 2017, Part Last

Honestly, I’d like to get on with my more typical editorial functions, which may or may not include writing about the gorgeous red, green and yellow leaves hanging from the maple outside my ...

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The Dino Ride

The Dino Ride

In the 1970s, a point when American cycling was unforgivably provincial, a group of mostly Northern California-based riders began making trips to Europe to race. You know some of those names: ...

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Trust

Trust

Before the race my buddy Steve said to me, “Just be on my wheel when we cross the start/finish at the bell. I’m going to be the first guy into turn one on the last lap.” True to ...

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Waiting Quietly For

Waiting Quietly For

The birds hadn’t yet thought to chirp. Only the crickets sawed away at themselves in the darkness. The sound rushed to meet me as I pushed open the motel’s side door and stepped into the ...

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