As the snow melts quickly away, many skiers are putting skis away and getting out their bikes. Last Thursday (March 17), I took my gravel bike…
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When I was a kid, my bike was my ride to freedom. It took me all over the neighborhood, down dirt roads and over trails. Wherever I wanted to …
Sometimes, you get in a rut and forget to explore other options. Lately, I’ve been on a predictable schedule of completing my column on Thursd…
Eleven mountain bikers gathered at Hemlock Lane last Monday to do a ride on the Eastside. The Old Spokes had plans to do Cheater and Swamp Tra…
No, Marty, road cycling is not on life support, it’s just changed for many people. It’s no longer the carefree activity it used to be. We are …
Last week, I went for my first bike ride of the season, taking my gravel grinder around the Cranmore Shores block. Since then, I’ve ridden it …
Wednesday was the day — April Fool’s Day. It was time to get the bike out of the basement. I’d been looking at it, wondering when it would be …
My wife Jan’s mountain bike has seen some miles and definitely has stories to tell. It’s a dinged up green Trek, its scars worn proudly.
Not too long ago, when there weren’t any mountain bikes, 50 years ago, bicycles were made to go on roads, mostly paved. They had tires, brakes…
This season, I’m testing out my new gravel grinder bike to see what she can do. I’m investigating her talents and shortcomings to see where sh…