Tag Archives: Friday Group Ride

Friday Group Ride #263

Friday Group Ride #263

5:45 is really 5:15 if you’re going to drink a cup of coffee and sip it blearily on the couch before pulling up  your bib straps and tip-toeing down the basement stairs to get your bike. ...

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Friday Group Ride #261

Friday Group Ride #261

I choose all kinds of bad ways to get home. Honestly, in a city crisscrossed with cart paths that call themselves roads, there aren’t really good ways. Anything that might reasonably be ...

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Friday Group Ride #260

Friday Group Ride #260

Is there any such thing as a calculated risk? In other words, ok, you’ve done the calculation in as much as risk submits itself to math (are all of the factors ever factored?), and ...

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Friday Group Ride #259

Friday Group Ride #259

Categories only limit us, or that’s what Kanye West says, or at least that’s what I imagine Kanye West says, as he does his art that’s better than everyone else’s art. I ...

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Friday Group Ride #258

Friday Group Ride #258

Paris-Roubaix has somehow engendered this awed reverence, a sepia-toned preciousness that doesn’t, to me, feel completely congruent with its reality. To me, Paris-Roubaix is more like the ...

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Friday Group Ride #256

Friday Group Ride #256

I wound my way up Sommerset, chasing an appliance repair man in his juddering van. Sommerset was a crappy road before the winter robbed it of its top coat, the snow plows excavating last ...

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Friday Group Ride #254

Friday Group Ride #254

I’m going to go out on a limb. I’m going to say that most people who self-identify as cyclists take themselves too seriously. Of course, of course, of course, this is a ...

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Friday Group Ride #252

Friday Group Ride #252

There are a lot of ways to match. You can match your saddle to your bar tape. You can match your bar, stem and post. You can paint your stem to match your frame. You can match the finish on your ...

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Friday Group Ride #251

Friday Group Ride #251

Don’t worry. This isn’t about the weather. I just happened to be standing on the roof, outside the kids’ bedroom window, raking snow to keep the ice dams at bay, when my wife, ...

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