For the entire time I've been writing I have mostly relied on emotion to carry my written thoughts. It worked, and I got pretty good a leveraging big emotions. I never thought to try another way until I ran into some serious road blocks while trying to write a piece for Bicycling.
The ride wasn’t a fun one. Someone said so much as we parked our bikes along the fire truck that lives inside the patio at Milstead. “When life is hard the rides should be easy” he said. The ride however was a hard one. Three morning hours, most of it in the rain, out north … Continue reading Just Like We Did Last Week
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 Blurry
Our apartment is behind a locked gate and a tall brown stained fence that keeps the street away from the four units along the gravel path that makes up our little complex. That gate swings open and one of our neighbors returns from her run. She is so dedicated to this daily practice that - … Continue reading Twenty Blocks
An email had gone from the those of us who give the Thursday ride direction, saying that they would not be there to give it direction. It was requested that the three of us, or one of the three of us give the needed direction. Ed and Barry responded saying that they couldn't make it. … Continue reading Alone, or Maybe Not
Living a few suburbs north of Seattle without a car or any in city cycling connections presents difficulties when it comes to riding with other people. Oddly enough there aren't a ton of group rides happening in this city of 620k. The owners of my shop refuse to support a weekend group ride, could be … Continue reading Day of Roubaix
One Saturday I watch a patch of towering cumulus clouds slide across an early spring blue sky. I knew Rebecca was racing the men’s 4/5 field in the race my former team was putting on. I had sent her a text with some encouraging words and spent the rest of my morning thinking about her racing, wondering … Continue reading It has Become
At first I reach for the button behind the lever, before remembering that I’m on a different bike and that I need to do this with my thumb. Justin and I have an hour before he has to open the shop, I’m only in town for a day so this is our only chance to … Continue reading Yellow Jacket
I didn't get a cross bike to race. I got one because I wanted a bike with little gears and room for fat tires so I could ride the West Hills when they are at their best. When no one is up there -- meaning the winter. Conventional wisdom says you should avoid hills during … Continue reading Winter Rigs.
I step out into the cold, or what has come to pass for cold after six years of mild winters. It instantly reminds me what cold days were like in Cleveland. The way the hairs in my nose would freeze together instantly, only to be released with the next exhale. How it would take six … Continue reading Winter