How Racing Bikes Taught Me About Everyday Life

How Racing Bikes Taught Me About Everyday Life

Before I began racing bicycles, I would think to myself: “Oh that (fill in the blank) appears to be impossible. While racing, I have pushed myself both mentally and physically to places I didn’t think were possible, yet I did it anyway!…

Legends of Siesta Key

I lean the bicycle against a massive column. The main building is southern gothic plantation architecture. My backpack is heavy with mass-market tenth and eleventh editions, and used at that so Mr. McDonald didn't see a dime from my recent purchases. I wait at the door. The surveillance cameras must be well hidden. I wait some more.…

A Unity of Opposites

Extremes. Everything has its opposite. Insane wealth and abject poverty. Pure evil and guileless goodness. Exquisite joy and absolute sorrow. Hope and despair. Exhilaration and depression.…

The Mean Streets Of Springtime

Winter commuting by bicycle; cold, wet, quiet mornings, just the sound of water slicking the fenders and one or more of my sons sniffling back a runny nose and asking me, from the back of the bike, about why only some of the geese have flown fly south by January. Sometimes the ride feels like that scene from Twelve Monkeys, when the Bruce Willis character comes up to the surface and finds snow and silence. There are still clashes between cars and riders trying to share the road, but winter seems to lower the frequency and intensity.…

Cyclists in Summit County Need to be Good Ambassadors

With the Park City and Summit County area having 4-5 events nearly every weekend during the summer, ‘special events” start to become something other than ‘special.’ Residents also confuse casual group rides with formal events; to the residents the distinction is irrelevant as both types of rides have the same impacts. They become angry, distrustful, and ever more anti-cyclist.…

Dreaming of Racing

I had a dream the other night. I dreamt I was at a meeting of our racing club and we were planning out the coming race season. There was an air of anticipation and excitement as we discussed the upcoming races. I was anxious for the racing to begin.…

Taking The Time Machine For A Spin

Having made the voluntary choice of weekend only access to a car, it's also, at times, a harsh reality. Wind, rain, sleet, hail, sleety/hail, sideways rain, it doesn't matter and it doesn't last.…

Cycling, Aging, and St. Patrick’s Day

Well, St. Patty’s Day is not really the topic of this month’s column, but my birthday is. Or at least, the fact that I just had a birthday and turned 62. And that brings me to my real topic: Getting older. And frankly, that really is not fun.…

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