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Appropriation and Empathy

Appropriation and Empathy

This past September, writer Lionel Shriver gave an address at the Brisbane Writers Festival for which she was later accused of crimes agains identity politics. Her offense was to argue on behalf ...

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One Million

One Million

It’s just a number. It’s equal to the population of a large city in the U.S. It’s estimated to be the number of selfies taken each day and the number of people suffering ...

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The Gravel Slayer

The Gravel Slayer

At the point I center-punched the granite block I wouldn’t have admitted to you I was out of control. To admit such a thing would require me to even agree with that statement … or ...

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An End to Clammy

An End to Clammy

I used to think I objected to anything that affected my touch or grip, at least as I worked on bikes, though it’s emblematic of my learner need not for control but for input, for my need to ...

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Old Tech, Modern Thinking

Old Tech, Modern Thinking

When I lived in Los Angeles, there were a number of used clothing stores that carried old-school Merino-wool jerseys. I had friends for whom combing through such racks was a hobby, the way ...

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The Privateer Wrench

The Privateer Wrench

I spend a lot of time working on bikes. Even so, it is neither as much time as I would like playing with bikes and wrenches, nor as much time as I need to. There is a bike to assemble with the ...

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A Bike Shop We’ve Always Needed

A Bike Shop We’ve Always Needed

If there’s a single truth to bicycle retailing that everyone involved can agree upon, it’s that the nature of being a bike shop and how you provide value and service is changing, and ...

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Right-Sized Rings

Right-Sized Rings

On Thanksgiving Day I joined a group of friends for a ride into Sugarloaf State Park here in Sonoma County. We proceeded to climb Bald Mountain, which rises to roughly 2800 feet of elevation in ...

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The End of the Ride

The End of the Ride

Years ago, shortly after I moved to New England, I got a piece of advice from a friend. He looked down at my bare legs and chuckled. I asked why he was laughing. I pointed out that it was pretty ...

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SSCXWCPDX—the Race

SSCXWCPDX—the Race

When I was a kid, going to the circus was the best thing ever. I never thought I’d encounter anything that matched the barely controlled chaos that a three-ring circus seemed to be. Then ...

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