Posts by Category: Mind

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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Ritual II

Ritual II

There’s a magnet on my refrigerator of Michaelangelo’s Tondo Doni. It’s a terrible trivialization of what is one of the great works of art in the world. In it, Joseph is seen handing Christ as a ...

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Backlash

Backlash

About ten years ago cyclists in Southern California’s South Bay were beneficiaries of a crackdown by the LA County Sheriff’s Department. Someone had concluded that the famed Donut ...

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Friday Group Ride #328

Friday Group Ride #328

Today is my wedding anniversary (16 years!!), so I’m going to torture that metaphor today. Cycling and I have been together for a long time, too. In the beginning, I tried really hard. I ...

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Ritual I

Ritual I

I grew up thinking that rituals were a waste of time. That they burned minutes and even hours that could be better devoted to other purposes. From mass to the beginning of a Boy Scout meeting, ...

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A Visit to the Mother Ship

A Visit to the Mother Ship

I’ve had a fascination with Assos since I first purchased a piece of the clothing back in 1995. They exist in a space shared by only a handful of other manufacturers in the cycling ...

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Friday Group Ride #327

Friday Group Ride #327

It’s warm in the house. The end of August lingers, and just back from a week in New England’s alpine north, the air is heavy and thick. Having grown up in the deep American south, ...

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Friday Group Ride #325

Friday Group Ride #325

My friend Lloyd had his bike stolen. He went out for lunch, leaned his bike against the wall, went into the burrito place, stood in line, texted his wife, ordered his food, paid, and walked out ...

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