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It Doesn’t Take Much

It Doesn’t Take Much

It doesn’t take much. Really. Two mostly round, mostly true wheels. A hop is ok. Oscillations can work, the brakes all the way out, whatever screws they have unscrewed to their limits. To ...

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Friday Group Ride #334

Friday Group Ride #334

I wanted to ride, but I had loaned my road bike to someone for a special project that I thought would end sooner than it has. I have two other bikes, but one is a mountain bike and the other is ...

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Friday Group Ride #333

Friday Group Ride #333

They are stark visual memories, crisp, even today. My six-year-old self, only just able to pedal down my suburban street, standing rapt at the top of our drive as Jamie, a teen from four doors ...

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Friday Group Ride #332

Friday Group Ride #332

There’s been a death in the family. I didn’t know him. He lived one town over from me. But, he rode his bike, commuted on it, a route I know well and have ridden more times than I ...

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Friday Group Ride #331

Friday Group Ride #331

The job of the reviewer is a bit of devil’s bargain. If you like something, your readers wonder if you’ve been bought. You have to become familiar with the product as quickly as you ...

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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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