It’s not about the bike.
Two very weird incidents from the past month or so that I’ve held off on talking about because I don’t...
Going postal
No, not that kind. But it’s worthy of note that today my teenaged daughter, gifted as her generation is with...
The Return of Lance
Because I’m into cycling, and because I have no other known sports interests to chat with people about, everybody asks...
The Washcloth Index
I think one of the economic indicators most ignored by the so-called “experts” is the washcloth-by-the-side-of-the-road count. Last year, as...
Perilous poultry
Two on-bike encounters with feathered friends this week. In the first, I flushed a hawk on the opposite side of...
Ride of the week
I’ve been meaning forever to track some of my rides and put them together on a page like the rollerblading...
Wet paper bag
These are the first days of spring, the thaw (from a very short period of freeze, honestly) is upon us,...
First ride of the season
While the pros are out there pounding the Race to the Sun (Paris-Nice), the warming this week got me out...
The Markers Speak . . . Poetry!
A delightful, hill-climbing ride through the Glenville hills on Friday, a nip in the air but the sun shining hard...
Oddest roadkill in ages
As a bicyclist, I’m used to all manner of death, decay and discards on the shoulders of our roads. I...