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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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...