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Toasty toes and tingly tips. (Fingertips, that is.) Another chilly day on the bike. A reasonable person in sub-prime condition would not...

It was a cold morning, and heading deep into a narrow canyon seemed less than enticing; but that was my plan for the day. With the thermomet...

I am on my bicycle. Celebrating a friend's birthday. Cruising down a coastal trail, hugging the shoreline of Monterey Bay. Riding thro...

It is cold, not even 40F. The roads are slippery from a short, late-night downpour. The rear tire on my bike had gone flat. I am still a bit...

Not a single bike ride during the month of December. Nada. Zilch. Not even one. Regrettably, I talked myself out of biking to work on one ...

I had planned to join a group for an ambitious hilly ride; I knew I would quickly drift off the back, but the route was familiar and the wea...

Mount Hamilton on Thanksgiving Day. It is a tradition. Thanks, Mother Nature, for such a beautiful, warm day. Thanks, Lick Observatory...