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On any given winter morning, it is so easy to decide not to ride. This morning, dense fog. Low visibility. Kinda scary. Should I? Should I n...

Gray clouds loomed over the hills (where we were headed, of course). It was a leap of faith that the skies would clear. [And they did.] I ...

There is a popular equation in cycling, and it goes like this: Let N represent the number of bicycles you own. What is the value for the nu...

I sense a letter theme developing: today I bring you the letter “V” (more or less). And a tree that grew, for years and years; a host for m...

Today's tale is brought to you by the letter “O”. (No, not really.) The entrance to one of the local Christmas tree farms features a g...

Mother Nature smiled upon me and delivered a fresh foot of snow for my first day on the slopes. But first, there was the matter of getting...

The bad thing about promising to meet up with a buddy for a ride is that the weather might be less than enticing, when the time comes. The...