Posts by Category: Mind

Disc Learning

Disc Learning

Of the many experiences it is possible to have on a bike, the one that seems most universally disliked is a loss of control. It—that loss of control—comes in as many flavors as jelly beans do. ...

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Friday Group Ride #416

Friday Group Ride #416

We are fetishists, most of us. Oh sure, we’re cyclists, but if you’re reading these words right now, you don’t just love to ride bikes. You LOVE bikes. You like to read about ...

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Friday Group Ride #414

Friday Group Ride #414

If you’re carrying a patch kit, you’re better prepared than I am, but I am also a little worried about you. It’s clear to me as I stand by, likely in the shade, waiting ...

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Friday Group Ride #413

Friday Group Ride #413

We sat at the bench and listened to the church bells chime, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 times. As the seventh struck and slowly faded, I turned to Mike and said, “OK, roll out?” I was joking ...

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Making Stuff

Making Stuff

When Star Wars came out in 1977, it was a cultural phenomenon. It revived science fiction as a genre and inspired an interest in space that played out both in pop culture and politics. What many ...

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Friday Group Ride #411

Friday Group Ride #411

I was talking to a bike industry guy the other day, the kind of guy who’s been around a long time, who can recall product specs from things that barely saw the light of day, a guy with a ...

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The Naming of Names

The Naming of Names

With all due respect to the great Ray Bradbury, one of my favorite aspects of Bike Monkey’s Wente race was how creative people’s efforts were at naming their teams. You see, in ...

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Countdown

Countdown

It hits me: I have exactly 62 minutes to execute a final lap. That’s more time than I needed to finish my first two laps, but not as much time as I needed for the last four. We’ve got ...

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Friday Group Ride #410

Friday Group Ride #410

I lay in bed listening, the windows open, a fan cycling on and off. Blue jays screeched in their awful, nasally way, and starlings clicked and sputtered. The high, clear notes of a cardinal came ...

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Friday Group Ride #409

Friday Group Ride #409

You’re late. This happens because you like riding bikes more than you like not riding bikes. So, the two hour spin you sketched out in loose terms in the morning, turned into a three four ...

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