The Group Ride That Became a Funeral Procession
Saturday group ride. A driver honked, passed too close, clipped Marco's handlebar. He is bruised. The bike is totaled. We rode the rest in silence like a fun...
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Diego Ramirez
The Bike Lane Ends Where the Politics Begin
The city painted a bike lane for six blocks, then stopped at the donor's strip mall. We ride the gutter. Drivers honk like we chose inconvenience for fun. Ad...
Century Training in the Heat Nobody Warns You About
Long ride Saturday. A hundred miles. Sun like punishment. Two bottles was not enough. Legs cramped at mile eighty-six. I finished anyway. Stupidity or discip...
The Bike Lane That Ends Nowhere Indicts Everyone
A broken bike lane on Milwaukee Ave exposes how incomplete cycling infrastructure isn't neutral — it's dangerous, deceptive, and a policy failure worth naming.
The Lake Remembers: On Fragments and the Fear of Finishing
An essay on poetic fragments, the fear of finishing creative work, and whether an abandoned opening line is failure or a form of honesty.
The Clicking Knee and the Cold: A Cyclist's Creed
A cyclist reflects on riding 47 miles in the cold, a clicking knee, and why some riders refuse to stop despite the cost.