A rare February day in the 60s and I planned to ride 80; it would be the longest…
I rode today determined to get exactly 53 miles, bringing my total for 2017 to…
It’s probably the least scenic route in my repertoire. Alton is rutted and cracked, pocked…
I remember being a beginning cyclist like it was yesterday. Because, despite probably…
We rolled in to the gas station in Springville, 22 of us, and filed inside to refuel. Half…
I rode east on the island, into the headwind, like winding a spring, knowing…
Twenty miles in, Jeff flats. He’s our guy, the one we want on the podium, so Dan, Tim, and I let the peloton go so we can help Jeff chase back on. But it’s a double flat and he’s done. There aren’t team radios at this level…
There’s no master’s category in our team’s Saturday morning shop ride. If you’re 50+, or…
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.
