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The 2017 RKP Awards, Part I

The 2017 RKP Awards, Part I

The Day of the Week Award: Tuesday Hard to say why, but so many of the world’s fastest riders prefer to win on TUE. It’s almost as though, without TUE to race on, they can’t ...

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If WADA Had Teeth

If WADA Had Teeth

Several years ago I made the decision that pro cycling would stop being an active part of what we would cover of the world of cycling here at RKP. The reasons were few and straightforward. Reason ...

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Ash Was Falling Like Snow

Ash Was Falling Like Snow

In the weeks the followed the outbreak of the Tubbs, Nuns, Atlas and other fires here in Northern California, RKP reader Roman Cho got in touch and asked to shoot my portrait. I am embarrassed to ...

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The RKP Long-Sleeve Jersey

The RKP Long-Sleeve Jersey

I’m a big fan of arm warmers. For a day with changeable conditions, arm warmers do a great job of keeping you warm, but can be pulled down if temperatures rise. But let’s be honest, ...

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The Worlds Collide T-Shirt

The Worlds Collide T-Shirt

If ever there was a sport that deserved treatment by the great Mad Magazine artist, Don Martin, cyclocross was it. It was once written that if a tree fell in a forest, Don Martin would know what ...

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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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