The death of Marco Pantani is a sad day for my sport. Seeing his decline these last few years was sad. Knowing of his drug use was unfuriating. Seeing him dance up mountains will always remain special.

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Plannning a long ride tomorrow with Jaime and some of his tri friends, and it just occurred to me that the subject of missing the Super Bowl never even came up. (Sorry, jrb, I’ll be rooting for the New England Whatevers on your behalf while we’re out doin’ the thing.)

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Pretty much every cyclist I passed today on my ride along the riverside trail had the same silly grin on their face, a cross between “Jeez this is fun” and “You’re as much of a fucking idiot as I am.” Something about the shared adventure…. The weather was snarky, spitting a mix of snow and …

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Stop and smell the roses, and all. I almost missed it this morning, but when I took the mental pause and realized what lay before me it was a picture postcard moment. Sharp cold, a thick white layer of frost and day-old snow on the pastures along the river, three colorful hot air balloons between …

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