Tag Archives: Friday Group Ride

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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Friday Group Ride #436

Friday Group Ride #436

A hundred years ago, folks didn’t bathe every day. The smell of human bodies was acceptable. We didn’t yet have a fear of germs, and in some ways we were better off. A simple reading ...

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Friday Group Ride #435

Friday Group Ride #435

This is not a post about New Year’s resolutions. I am over the idea that I can resolve to do something that I don’t actually want to do. Any “will power” that I can muster ...

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Friday Group Ride #434

Friday Group Ride #434

I’m not really a Christmas guy, and I don’t care much for New Years either. Thanksgiving is more my speed, gratitude, family, friends, cooking, the smell of wood smoke, and near ...

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Friday Group Ride #432

Friday Group Ride #432

My kid said, “Mom makes more money than you, because she went to college, and you didn’t,” and then he laughed. And I said, “I did go to college, but I studied philosophy, ...

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Friday Group Ride #430

Friday Group Ride #430

Bread and water. Pan y agua. None of us rides on that anymore. Most of us have $5-10 worth of highly engineered nutrition on board when we take on a serious ride (define for yourself). I tend to ...

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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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Friday Group Ride #428

Friday Group Ride #428

It’s been a rainy fall here in New England, and every time I clip on my plastic fender to make the short trip to work I think of my time in Seattle and the way everyone (statistically) has ...

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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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