150 words about 81 miles and a La-Z-Boy

When my father was in his mid-50s, Saturdays were spent in a La-Z-Boy listening to Percy Faith. To be fair, he’d had back trouble since falling as a boy, but none of his peers did anything more strenuous than golf or doubles tennis.

150 words about 70 miles and the myth of winter pace

Elliott Road is so much more pleasant westbound. We were headed east. It was a strong group, but “winter pace.” Everyone knew the road, except Kevin from San Diego. Cross the little bridge, road pocked with holes, indistinguishable from…

149 words about 45 miles and a fist bump with my 8-year-old self

69 miles and an undeserved gift

Brown. Olive. Gray. From ground to sky, all of autumn’s life was drained, leaving the roadside an almost…

150 words about 22 miles and a useful response to hope or despair

150 words about 49 miles and not being able to choose what you’re thankful for

150 words about 27 miles and coffee with Neil Young

142 words about 40 degrees and a crude rail yard theremin

There’s something about the combination of a cold and dark ride. The sounds and smells are sharper. 17 mph feels like 22. The darkness sands the blemishes on everything. In the dark, the trestles in Irondale look less tired…

150 words about 40 miles and a Birmingham story that has nothing to do with raceBut for the bike

150 words about 112 miles and cycling’s beautiful answer to life’s cruelty