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Impressionism

Impressionism

“I’m not faster. I can just hurt more than you can,” she said, the former pro, dropping me on the last climb, my mind warping against the task of making my muscles do what they ...

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Friday Group Ride #240

Friday Group Ride #240

I am, despite whatever lingering swash-buckling notions of myself I still might harbor, a serial monogamist. I had two high school girlfriends. I had three in college. The last became my wife. ...

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Friday Group Ride #239

Friday Group Ride #239

I used to think that all my bikes, forever, would have white bar tape and white saddles. It’s PRO, right? It’s what you’re supposed to do. Except that, over time, it became more ...

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A Coyote

A Coyote

The ready image is of a coyote, end-of-summer fat, halfway up the roadside embankment. I came around the corner, swiveling in my pedals against the grade to find a couple in a pickup truck cooing ...

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Friday Group Ride #238

Friday Group Ride #238

The old saw goes something like this: “The best reason to get a job in the bike industry is to get the 30% discount that comes along with the 50% pay cut.” The percentages vary but ...

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Friday Group Ride #237

Friday Group Ride #237

When I damaged my hand over the summer and had to go to the emergency room, the admitting nurse asked me, “Do you feel safe at home?” which is a coded way of asking whether I might ...

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A Minor Character

A Minor Character

Sometimes I have trouble locating the bike in the story, although it is there in plain view, bright blue with knobby tires, or party balloon red on razor thin rubber strips. The bike is there, ...

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Friday Group Ride #236

Friday Group Ride #236

I live in a bubble. There’s no doubt about that. Working for a custom bike builder means I see a LOT of custom bikes, not only ours but lots of others, too. It’s almost all I look at, ...

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When the Wind Blows

When the Wind Blows

As night falls early, the sun blotted by a solid bank of pregnant, gray cloud, the tall pines sway side-to-side in increasingly wide arcs, the shushing of their needles growing steadily in volume ...

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Friday Group Ride #235

Friday Group Ride #235

I don’t know why I own a blue bike. I don’t like blue, but when I was talking with the builder, I asked what color he liked on his bikes, and he said, “We have this great ...

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