What’s Been Lost

It had been a long time since I’d been down to Portland, and maybe even longer since I’d ridden with Tym. Two years ago it was every Saturday and Sunday. Tym, a smidge taller and about two stone lighter. Always first to the top of the long climbs. He’s a Cat2 now and rides for... Continue Reading →

Desperately Seeking Middle Ground

I was in Portland this last weekend for the first time in (what feels like) a while. Since December I think. On the drive down I realized that I hadn’t ridden in town alone since I moved away over a year ago, and I made plans to out for a solo outing. Friday wasn’t going... Continue Reading →

Top of NW Rockcreek

The fog we had been riding in for the last two hours had finally lifted, or maybe we’d just fully adjusted to it and it was no longer worth mentioning. There were four of us, whittled down from a starting group of seven; Myself, Justin, Joemestiuqe and Eric who neither of us knew, but was... Continue Reading →

Un-missed Opportunities

I had missed the team ride by fifteen minutes and they had left without me. I couldn't’ blame them, as I would have left without me too. We have a five minute rule, which is already kind of generous and I was well in error of the rule and was rightfully left alone. At the... Continue Reading →

Last Portland Rides: Crown Point

A handful of us meet at one of the many coffee shops that spot the landscape of this town where coffee, beer and being strange and different for the sake of being strange and different, reign supreme. I hadn’t expected this to be a big group ride, but a small selection of people who I... Continue Reading →

Little Light

Justin and I marked our parting not with a fist bump, or a handshake, but something closer a clasp. Not long enough to be considered holding hands, but more than a friendly shake. Once again he offered me his lights, and once again I refused them. From this point the route home is majority bike... Continue Reading →

My Need to Listen

The intersection of NW Skyline and NW Saltzman is not the most scenic spot to take a break. But that is where justin and I sat on a small patch of grass to the right of the stop sign where the gravel of NW Saltzman becomes the pavement of NW Skyline. Skyline is a popular... Continue Reading →

Carver Cliffs

On a Saturday morning, when I could have ridden with teammates I decided to set out alone instead. I had planned and intended to do this ride last week, when I should have been going to the local throwdown. The one I was going to skip until Tym asked me if I was going. I... Continue Reading →

Not my Ride

We moved slow. Well, slow for me but just about the pace of the people I always cruise past when I'm riding this stretch of the springwater alone or with a few teammates. I would have been frustrated by the slow pace if this was my ride. But its not my ride. We had planned,... Continue Reading →

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