Posts by Category: Body

The Waterman

The Waterman

I came up for air and as I spit the brine from my mouth my guide said, “If you like that, follow me.” The “that” to which he referred was a moray eel. We were skin diving ...

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Friday Group Ride #412

Friday Group Ride #412

I’m not what you would call a clean freak, but I’m kinda surprised it doesn’t occur to me more often. My helmet is disgusting. All my helmets are disgusting. I met up with a ...

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Bourdain

Bourdain

Anthony Bourdain is gone. I can’t believe I’m writing that sentence. Television personalities rarely resonate with me, but for reasons as voluminous as a Pynchon novel, Bourdain was ...

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The Gap Between

The Gap Between

He’s up the road; that’s it. Never mind the road is unpaved, only as wide as a sedan and peppered with rocks like black pepper on scrambled eggs. How easy it is to choose resignation ...

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The Pull

The Pull

When I reflect on the last two years on my life, I find myself, because answers rarely are that—answers—asking a number of questions. The one that recurs most? What does it mean to give?  I can ...

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Kalamazoo Killer Guilty

Kalamazoo Killer Guilty

Charles Pickett Jr., the driver who killed five riders and injured four more with his pickup truck in Kalamazoo, Mich., has been found guilty of all charges. In June of 2016 Pickett drove his ...

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The Future Is Here

The Future Is Here

I’m currently riding a carbon fiber road bike equipped with a mechanical drivetrain and hydraulic disc brakes. It wasn’t that many years ago that I wrote how I didn’t see how or ...

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With Both Feet: Part II

With Both Feet: Part II

Castelfranco di Sopra To my good fortune the bar that the cycling fans all hang out with is the Communist Party bar, much to the delight of the locals who think all Americans see Communists as ...

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With Both Feet: Part I

With Both Feet: Part I

Spring 1977 All I wanted in my life was to go race my bike in Europe with the best. It was okay racing with the European riders and doing well over here as I had done in the Olympics and ...

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Pattern

Pattern

The alabaster rock stuck up at the left of the trail, effective bookending the singletrack. In dozens of previous descents of the path I’d never taken note of it as anything other than ...

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