Posts by Category: Body

Circling the Wagons

Circling the Wagons

My life is so inextricably intertwined with cycling it’s hard to tell what bits of my life don’t relate to cycling or haven’t been influenced by cycling in some way. There are ...

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Craziness

Craziness

Trick or Treating with my kids last night was a more positive note to end the month of October than I thought possible. Here in Santa Rosa there’s an historic district, McDonald, that ...

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A Request

A Request

Calling on people for charity is an act that makes me intensely uncomfortable. It’s hard to explain, but asking for assistance is nearly impossible for me to do on a personal basis, and ...

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Flames

Flames

Ash falls from the air like the first snow of a new flurry. The air is still and hot, but drier than uncooked rice. The smell is that of a campfire, but writ large, as if every campfire I’d ...

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Friday Group Ride #381

Friday Group Ride #381

It was an odd place to ride to, this small college on Boston’s north shore, but I plotted a route that strung together unexpected urban bike paths, connecting roads that ribboned along ...

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Trust

Trust

Before the race my buddy Steve said to me, “Just be on my wheel when we cross the start/finish at the bell. I’m going to be the first guy into turn one on the last lap.” True to ...

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Friday Group Ride #379

Friday Group Ride #379

I don’t believe I was actually bonking in the chip aisle of the grocery store last night, BUT it had been a long stretch since lunch. I’d come home to realize we were short on ...

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The Ag2r Fiasco [Updated]

The Ag2r Fiasco [Updated]

If you have any relationship to social media then by now you have probably caught the video of the Ag2r rider who crashed in a time trial after he hit a speed bump and his bars separated from his ...

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Making the Old New

Making the Old New

When I moved away from Memphis I was done with riding there. Done, as in over, bored, finished. As a riding locale it had ceased to interest me. I was ready to push on to different vistas, new ...

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Rites of Passage: an Inventory

Rites of Passage: an Inventory

We were all there once, the newbie, perhaps even the Fred, wearing tube socks and cutoffs and swearing we’d never buy one of those silly beer cooler hats. Somewhere in there, we all became ...

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