Posts by Category: Mind

Friday Group Ride #445

Friday Group Ride #445

Let’s consider, for a moment, Peter Sagan. He’s fast. We know that. He’s brash and smart, at least in the way he races bikes. He can sprint, and he loves a punchy climb. He is, ...

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NAHBS: A Clarification on Judging

NAHBS: A Clarification on Judging

I get a lot of questions about how we judge bikes at the North American Handmade Bicycle Show. I do what I can to be clear about stuff, but I’m not sure all the builders who enter bikes for ...

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Friday Group Ride #444

Friday Group Ride #444

I was in spin class for four reasons. First, my wife is the instructor, and I love her. Second, I’ve been fighting a cold, and rolling out in sub-20F temps doesn’t seem smart at this ...

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Friday Group Ride #443

Friday Group Ride #443

Sometimes I think in titles. I am fairly certain that’s not the way writers are supposed to write, coming up with the title first and then filling in the ideas after. It’s especially ...

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Friday Group Ride #442

Friday Group Ride #442

“I’m sending you this because I know you’re a serious biker,” the email started. It is one in a whole sub-genre of my personal communications that begins more or less this ...

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Friday Group Ride #440

Friday Group Ride #440

Have you been 10-years-old, perched over a pair of 20-inche wheels, straight-legged and out of the saddle, your tire’s knobs whirring against the sidewalk? Have you launched yourself from ...

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Friday Group Ride #438

Friday Group Ride #438

I envision my demise. I hesitate to even say so, and I pray my wife is not reading these words (no danger…she’s not), because even writing it down acknowledges something I would ...

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Hope

Hope

Cross-chained, big-big—I’m strong enough to upshift soon. Emptying my last bottle—the finish must be near. Following the move—I can’t be that close to redline. Wearing long sleeves ...

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The Church of the Big Ring

The Church of the Big Ring

I like to descend. Maybe I should rephrase that. I love to descend. I derive a soul-soothing happiness from rolling downhill that Disney Land can’t touch. It’s not that I’m a daredevil who wishes ...

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