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Friday Group Ride #214

Friday Group Ride #214

I sat at my desk, on my couch, in my car, all winter long, not thinking of anything but how horribly disappointed I was with the weather. Sisyphus meet stone. Stone, this is Sisyphus. ...

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Friday Group Ride #213

Friday Group Ride #213

I try not to pass people on my commute anymore. There are two reasons. First, I need to slow down. Why am I sprinting home? How is that helping me? Second, we are coming to a light. You are ...

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Friday Group Ride #212

Friday Group Ride #212

Pro cycling is that pretty girl you thought you were over until you ran into her at a party, and she smiled in that way she smiles and you knew you shouldn’t talk to her again, but it was ...

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Caps Not Hats

Caps Not Hats

My son, the older one, said, “When you do something good in France, do they say ‘hat’ to you?” He’s a funny one, that boy, with a precocious sarcasm that will no ...

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Friday Group Ride #211

Friday Group Ride #211

I skipped dinner. I was working. It was not the best idea, but I rationalized that a juice and a coffee would get me by, and going to bed hungry would aid my early season death march back to ...

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Friday Group Ride #210

Friday Group Ride #210

Like a sprinter on a long mountain stage, I’ve missed the cut off, Friday slipping into Saturday with a mix of work commitments, youth hockey and reset passwords. Collectively they were my ...

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Friday Group Ride #209

Friday Group Ride #209

I fired down the first piece of pizza cold while I jammed the rest in the toaster oven to warm up. I was that hungry, even though I’d topped my breakfast toast, four pieces washed down with ...

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Classically Trained

Classically Trained

I called Radio Freddy. I said, “Are you aware that Het Volk is this weekend?” And he said, “They don’t call it that anymore, and yeah, I know, although I gotta say, ...

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Friday Group Ride #208

Friday Group Ride #208

I am no one and nothing. This is as much a statistical expression of my importance as it is an exercise in humility. One of roughly four billion of my species, alive for a picosecond of geologic ...

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Snow White

Snow White

All this fucking snow. Excuse the f-bomb, but as I tell my kids, if the context demands it there is nothing at all wrong with the word. It’s not all the snow’s fault, either. Its ...

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