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Friday Group Ride #330

Friday Group Ride #330

I don’t remember the first time I pulled my bike over and parked it in the rack in front of Fern’s Country Store. It was some time in the ’90s. How many times I’ve been ...

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Friday Group Ride #329

Friday Group Ride #329

I set out by myself after my last two friends texted me their regrets. Normally that would be a recipe for feet-up couchtime. I’m not the best at rolling with altered plans. Some might even ...

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Friday Group Ride #328

Friday Group Ride #328

Today is my wedding anniversary (16 years!!), so I’m going to torture that metaphor today. Cycling and I have been together for a long time, too. In the beginning, I tried really hard. I ...

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Friday Group Ride #327

Friday Group Ride #327

It’s warm in the house. The end of August lingers, and just back from a week in New England’s alpine north, the air is heavy and thick. Having grown up in the deep American south, ...

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Friday Group Ride #326

Friday Group Ride #326

I’ve never shaved my legs. Even when I was a new roadie, the snide comments from my indoctrinators only served to harden my resolve against shaving. And then I stopped thinking about. In ...

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Friday Group Ride #325

Friday Group Ride #325

My friend Lloyd had his bike stolen. He went out for lunch, leaned his bike against the wall, went into the burrito place, stood in line, texted his wife, ordered his food, paid, and walked out ...

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Friday Group Ride #324

Friday Group Ride #324

This week I’m interested in bar tape, or as they say it here in Eastern Massachusetts, ‘bah tape.’ It’s funny how directly this thin strip of cork/foam/gel affects our ...

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Friday Group Ride #323

Friday Group Ride #323

It says something about me (I’ll leave it to you to decide what), that I found myself this morning, sitting on the basement floor, with my new road shoes and a box filled with pedals and ...

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Friday Group Ride #322

Friday Group Ride #322

I am a crappy roadie. I don’t shave my legs. Until very recently, I hadn’t replaced my old broken road shoes, so I’ve been doing road rides in mountain shoes. I don’t ...

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Just One Moment #3

Just One Moment #3

I looked down at my plate. A grilled chicken leg, some couscous, and two pieces of raw celery. The celery wasn’t meant to be there. It was supposed to be corn, but I was on my way to the ...

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