Sometimes when it seems most unlikely, success is automatic

30 miles and learning that the smartest decisions in a race may be made at registration

Bo rolled in well behind the field in the Cat 3/4 race, 29th of 30, laughing. I wondered why he wasn’t in our Cat 4/5 race, where he’d place higher.

The tantalizing tease of a red light

Birmingham’s Tuesday Night Worlds ride is like an instant-read fitness thermometer: You know…

Finding the limits of technology in a place called Tate’s Hell

A bead of courage for someone I don’t know

105 miles and a strange way to get dropped

We were about 80 miles in, headed south on Blackjack Road. Nice road now that they’ve…

99.7 miles and qualifying for a world championship

I’d always assumed a Gran Fondo was the bike equivalent of a volksmarch. A chance for a leisurely ride in the countryside. I was wrong.

The secret to happiness as a mediocre cyclist

I’m a perpetual Cat 4: one step above a beginner but, at 56, lacking the time…

48 miles and the shared glory of road racing

Six teammates and I settled in, assessing the competition, grousing about the chilly rain that gave little hope it would let up. At 20 miles, two strong teammates and two other riders broke away.

100 miles for my mother