Into a Headwind

The garbage truck had passed us and then gotten caught at the light three times now. We were in South Everett, on one of those roads that seems like it would run straight forever, with long spans of greyed blacktop between the lights. The type of road that is never fun, but always seems to…

Even Pros Get the Blues

I think that maybe the overwhelming desire of amateurs to look and try to be PRO is starting to fade. At the very least the over emphasis on “looking pro” is starting to fade. As a trend it is being replaced by an emphasis on adventure and “fun”. Though it often bears repeating that what…

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Stickers and Badges

  My first years of college were spent as a music major. As such I had to attend ear training classes that didn’t just involve hearing a pitch, in relations to others, and getting it down on a page. I could handle that. What I couldn’t do however was sing those notes back. Maybe it…

What’s Been Lost

It had been a long time since I’d been down to Portland, and maybe even longer since I’d ridden with Tym. Two years ago it was every Saturday and Sunday. Tym, a smidge taller and about two stone lighter. Always first to the top of the long climbs. He’s a Cat2 now and rides for…

I think this looks good. Which reminds me of that old saw, to look good is to ride good.

The Vanities

A week ago I was out on our first really warm day. I hadn’t ridden on the Olympic Peninsula for close to a year and I wanted to take advantage of being able to ride with uncovered legs for the first time since ‘cross season ended. The sun was warm and the roads were as…