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Dirty Kanza: The Finish

Dirty Kanza: The Finish

I’ve finished rides and races in a number of circumstances—everything from beyond anonymous to in front of a crowd of cheering people. With 30 years of experience to look back on, I can say ...

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Half Pint, Full Day

Half Pint, Full Day

When I rolled out of the tunnel the grounds of Emporia State University opened before me. My first thought on recognizing the school’s campus was that the finish was imminent. I began to ...

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Friday Group Ride #356

Friday Group Ride #356

We have to get this started early, so I’m going to keep it brief. Paris-Roubaix is this Sunday. For many of us, this is the Super Bowl, the World Cup, the Westminster Dog Show of pro ...

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Friday Group Ride #355

Friday Group Ride #355

The Muur is back. 1km of cobbled steep, 20% in some sections, more than 9% average. The wall. No. THE WALL. An icon. And it’s back in the race. It’s Ronde van Vlaanderen weekend. I ...

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A Smarter Man

A Smarter Man

That we reserve math for numbers is a mistake, I say. There are many other kinds of math: educated guesses, emotional calculations, risk assessments made at the tops of trails. These ...

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On the Nature of Ambition

On the Nature of Ambition

My car is an explosion of sand-encrusted cycling clothing and wet. The one place devoid of these castoffs is … my gear bag. I could blame it on my fatigue. Or I could blame it on the ...

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You Call Those Foothills?

You Call Those Foothills?

Prior to the start of the ride locals were discussing their last outing with Yankee Jim. Every community has their Yankee Jim. Sometimes it’s the dog that’s never chained up in the ...

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Friday Group Ride #347

Friday Group Ride #347

As Padraig and I have mentioned many times over the last few seasons, RKP has drifted away from pro cycling a bit. Coverage and commentary of the top of the sport hasn’t been entirely ...

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Old Caz 2017

Old Caz 2017

As we rounded the turn my tires slid on the combination of soft soil and fallen leaves. I steered into the slide, held my breath for a moment and then got on the pedals. The rush that sent ...

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Chill Ride

Chill Ride

Remember when you were ten and it would rain? As soon as the rain would stop, you’d hook up with friends on bikes and rip through every mud puddle in the neighborhood. The dirtier the water, the ...

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