Change of Tone

I’m a bit shammed to admit that I didn’t catch it until a friend pointed it out a few weeks ago, but there’s been a change of tone in these pages. Of course there are still some of those over wrought posts where I perhaps dwell too much on the past and how maybe riding... Continue Reading →

Becoming Native

I spent the first months of my time in Seattle riding alone. In that time I struggled to navigate numbered streets crossing numbered avenues and often chose the shortest known route to work while exploring the easier to navigate roads of Olympic Peninsula on my weekends, always with only a set of headphones and the... Continue Reading →


I took my glasses off while I was waiting for Barry. At ten after seven am it is still dark and still cold enough that I have my next gator pulled over my mouth and nose. Portions of each breath escape out the gaps in the top and fog my glasses. The fix is easy.... Continue Reading →

You Think Your Ride was Hard?

It's winter time, or close enough and some of us have started building a base toward our summer goals. You might be thinking back on all the "hard" rides. I'm not saying those rides weren't hard but... I had been having all sorts of back problems... largely due to the amount of time I spent... Continue Reading →

The Sale Price of Love

Two years ago, over a dinner that included salmon, wine, and pies baked in mason jars, it was agreed that a Portland frame builder would build me a bike. The builder, who can't market works for a major - and fetishized - component manufacturer located in the Rose City.  A week later measurements were taken... Continue Reading →

Minor Failure

Cascade Bicycle Studios, which isn’t the shop I work at, but is the one I ride from once a week, puts together these great little projects that bring their community together to ride. This month the plan was to ride a tenth of the tour... If you pretended that the day’s distance wasn’t in Ks,... Continue Reading →

Tired… so damn Tired.

There was my original plan, the 300 K plan. I knew the last part of the route since I ride it nearly every week. But I knew after the climb into Everett that I was cracked mentally. I pointed the bike toward home and in the end came up five kilometers short. There were no... Continue Reading →

Other People’s Adventures.

I never do things in the order the "should be done". The first mountain I climbed was the Hood, via the South Side. The route was the right route, though I've done hikes that were harder, but the manner in which I did it was not. Which is why my first solo attempt failed (though... Continue Reading →

Disregard the Evidence

The Thursday Morning ride was on the early pitch of Norway Hill. The guy from Recycled Cycles had shot himself out of a cannon when the climb started while four of us made up a chase. I hung in the draft of John and Derek debating whether or not I should “strike out for glory”... Continue Reading →

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