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Archive of posts filed under the cycling category.
Ride to Health
From the Sept. 25, 1939, Life magazine: Ride the New Light-Weight Bike Bicycling is winning new thousands of devotees because it’s one of the most exhilarating sports in the world. It brings a tingle to the blood, a glow to the cheeks, a sparkle to the eyes. Beyond all that – it’s fun! And now …
Morning Ride
My two best riding buddies, Jaime and Steve, are doing the Phoenix Ironman Sunday, which I think is nutty. (Why get off a perfectly good bike and run 26 miles? Wouldn’t it be a lot quicker to just keep riding? I mean, I can understand why you have to swim the water bit, ’cause youre …
The Smell of Cheerios in the Morning
Cyclists notice the wind, perhaps like pilots or kite fliers, probably more the most other folks. On my favorite rides, I know where all the flagpoles are – especially early, near my house, which I need to use to get my bearings. There’s the humongous US flag at the big freeway interchange in the center …
Sunday Services
Sunday mornings are for riding, and I like to joke that the saddle’s my church. Moreso, it turns out, than I realized. In the Jan. 28 New Scientist, evolutionary psychologist Robin Dunbar has an essay about the physiological dimensions of religion. She discusses the physical side, from singing and dancing to the intensity of serious …
Sinned Again
Forgive me, Dano, for again have I sinned.
A New Temperature Proxy
The temperature at my house this morning was 19 degrees F (-7 C) when I rolled out the door for the bike ride at 8 a.m. We met up with the posse half an hour later at the Kwik-E-Mart up on Indian School and Tramway in the foothills, and I pulled out a little chunk …
Speed on the Bike Path
Riding down past Tingley Beach this morning, I was coming up on a runner in the distance when something didn’t seem right. It was taking me too long to close on him. He had this most beautiful stride, light, his toes barely touching the pavement. I slowed down to clock him on my bike’s speedometer, …
Fresh Eyes
Riding down New Mexico 313 through Sandia Pueblo this afternoon, I was reminded of how beautiful New Mexico is. I was riding with a woman who’d just moved here from Tucson (no slouch of a city in terms of its desert beauty), and she kept noticing things I took for granted – a trio of …
NM Champ
Cycling News has a picture of New Mexico rider Tove Shere, national Masters 50-54 champion. Check out the snow. That’s serious bike riding.