Posts by Category: Body

Touring Taiwan: the Formosa 900

Touring Taiwan: the Formosa 900

Even though I stood under a wooden patio, wind-driven rain pelted me from all directions. I looked out on the ocean and watched slate-gray waves pound the sand. The greenery wagged and twirled as ...

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Friday Group Ride #439

Friday Group Ride #439

I stopped eating meat. I bought a tub of protein powder, and then another. I found myself wandering up and down that aisle at the grocery store, you know the one, and wondering if I needed more ...

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Friday Group Ride #437

Friday Group Ride #437

There’s a video making the rounds on YouTube detailing the French government’s plan to increase the use of the bicycle; the desire is to encourage the country’s citizenry more ...

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There Will Be Chaos

There Will Be Chaos

There will be chaos—keep pedaling. —Anonymous This is, perhaps, the wisest statement I’ve ever heard about riding in a pack. I’d love to know who first uttered those words. What was the occasion? ...

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Friday Group Ride #436

Friday Group Ride #436

A hundred years ago, folks didn’t bathe every day. The smell of human bodies was acceptable. We didn’t yet have a fear of germs, and in some ways we were better off. A simple reading ...

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The Bonk: A Portrait in 10 Scenes

The Bonk: A Portrait in 10 Scenes

1. Brain and bone, blood and bluff, we are at our core animals—we learn as we go. We learn more from our mistakes than our successes. Strike the inside pedal in a corner and you wind up on your ...

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The Fine Art of Suffering

The Fine Art of Suffering

The truest thing I can tell you about cycling is that suffering is inescapable. Not that cycling is a prison sentence devoid of enjoyment, but that to participate in cycling is to know suffering ...

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Outside the Lines

Outside the Lines

I did a bad thing recently. The morning began as any other: a little chamois cream, the bibs, embro, base layer and long-sleeve jersey, all donned in between bites of a standing breakfast. I ...

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The Dirty Side

The Dirty Side

In 2004 my father’s side of the family celebrated its first-ever family reunion. The reunion was a remarkable occasion for me because I met two cousins for the first time who were both cyclists. ...

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