Posts by Category: Mind

Friday Group Ride #429

Friday Group Ride #429

I know I’ve asked the question I’m going to ask before, but very recent events and conversations have me thinking that the answers may have changed. I’m getting ahead of myself ...

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Memphis Grows Up

Memphis Grows Up

Regular readers of RKP have likely seen me mention Memphis, Tennessee, from time to time. Memphis, a place of fertile soil, plentiful rain and enough heat to make a cake rise, is a great location ...

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Risk, Not Danger

Risk, Not Danger

“Oh, so you like danger.” Dating in the Internet age means that first dates are often a gauntlet of likes, dislikes, values and weaknesses. It’s the romantic equivalent to ...

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Friday Group Ride #427

Friday Group Ride #427

From the back, I could see it all, young men surging and dropping back on the narrow trail, bristling with energy and enthusiasm, like a litter of puppies roiling in one mass. I sat on my saddle ...

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Friday Group Ride #426

Friday Group Ride #426

I didn’t want to ride. It was Saturday morning. I had coffee, a couch, and a dog to pet. My phone buzzed. It was a text we’ve all gotten before: Hey, what are you doing? Wanna ride?  ...

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Friday Group Ride #425

Friday Group Ride #425

Nothing changed, that’s what I kept thinking, as I sat on the curb, scratching my chin and absentmindedly rolling my chain backwards through its derailleurs. We were 25 miles into a 30 mile ...

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Love

Love

Nobody develops a passion for cycling by going slow. We fall in love with the zoom. Our bodies thrill at the way gravity pulls at us as we enter a turn. That pull at our mass tells us we are ...

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Friday Group Ride #424

Friday Group Ride #424

Periodically, we talk about missing pro racing. It’s not that I don’t pay attention anymore. I just don’t pay nearly as much attention as I once did. And before any of you read ...

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Friday Group Ride #423

Friday Group Ride #423

Here’s what I know, future me and present me are mostly the same person, even if past me often seems like a stranger. So it’s odd that I’m so willing to sacrifice the interests ...

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