Posts by Category: Mind

The Idea of Order in Russian River

The Idea of Order in Russian River

As I crest the rise, the smell of eucalyptus trees fills the air, blotting every other scent from my sinuses. The rain ended mere hours ago and the trees come alive in the humid air. I breathe ...

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Friday Group Ride #333

Friday Group Ride #333

They are stark visual memories, crisp, even today. My six-year-old self, only just able to pedal down my suburban street, standing rapt at the top of our drive as Jamie, a teen from four doors ...

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Reader-Supported

Reader-Supported

Enthusiast publishing is a bit like a cancer patient, and advertising is like chemotherapy to that patient. The very thing that allows specialty publications to survive—advertising—is also the ...

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Friday Group Ride #332

Friday Group Ride #332

There’s been a death in the family. I didn’t know him. He lived one town over from me. But, he rode his bike, commuted on it, a route I know well and have ridden more times than I ...

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Fall

Fall

We call it crisp, as if the air itself were breakable, fragile as a crystal wine glass. But there’s something in the cool, something that cleaves, even when not frozen. There’s been a ...

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The Whelm

The Whelm

Back in the early 1990s I played a computer game based around the F/A-18 Hornet. I think they call those first-person flyers, as opposed to first-person shooters, but trust me, there was plenty ...

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Friday Group Ride #330

Friday Group Ride #330

I don’t remember the first time I pulled my bike over and parked it in the rack in front of Fern’s Country Store. It was some time in the ’90s. How many times I’ve been ...

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Break Point

Break Point

Years ago I wrote a piece about the unlikelihood of cyclists being able to walk in a bike shop and purchase exactly the same bike that the pros race. I wrote that piece again a few years back. I ...

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Friday Group Ride #329

Friday Group Ride #329

I set out by myself after my last two friends texted me their regrets. Normally that would be a recipe for feet-up couchtime. I’m not the best at rolling with altered plans. Some might even ...

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Euro-Style Shopping

Euro-Style Shopping

Shortly after I arrived in the Lugano suburb of Paradiso I walked out of my hotel and headed for the lake shore. A path rings it, allowing relaxing pedestrians, skaters and cyclists to look upon ...

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