Tag Archives: Friday Group Ride

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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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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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 #424

Friday Group Ride #424

Can you imagine what it must have been like to see the first bicycles. It’s the 1860s, and you’re a regular person, just walking around, because that’s how you get places, and ...

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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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Friday Group Ride #422

Friday Group Ride #422

They put my pedals on the rental bike, and I adjusted the saddle height as close as I could figure it before throwing a leg over. Rain-wet sand crunched under the tires, and I was away. Within a ...

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Friday Group Ride #420

Friday Group Ride #420

After I finished last week’s Group Ride I wondered to myself whether I’d been too dark. I was in an odd place, having just visited my father, who is confined to a chair, and ...

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