Before My S.U.B. Was A Status Symbol

By Joe Kurmaskie The New York Times writes about Portland, Oregon as if it were always a two wheeled OZ, a place where cyclists, lost out in the urban wilderness, could simply click their clipless heels and be back at home in the saddle. But not so long ago it was just another town where […]

The Ravioli Ride

By Joe Kurmaskie Everyone rides a bike in Italy; bankers in suits, bombshells in flowery dresses, old men carting baguettes and sausages back home in wire baskets. On the coast whole families pedal to the beach atop rusty clunkers, while in the hills you’ll spot toothless Nona’s creeping up long windy paths of blacktop, unfazed […]