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It’s December, and that means that Bike Porn and Bike Lust are in full swing online, at the shops and in boxes of glossy catalogs singing the siren song of the 2009 ultimate in a cyclists life: A New Bike! All sorts of neat designs, cool colors and weights...
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When we moved to Portland, Sal started looking for people to ride with. The Portland Wheelmen had rides leaving from our side of town, so he joined them for a few. They were welcoming and friendly and, every once in a while, a pack of fast guys would...
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I am going to write this now, while I can still type.
Because I’m pretty sure that tomorrow morning I will wake up unable to move my arms or use my trunk to get out of bed. Sal will have to spoon feed me my daily quota of broccoli and grilled chicken...
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Toss a rock at Longbottom's on a Saturday morning and you are guaranteed to hit some PV member who will inspire you with their commitment, on/off the bike accomplishments and willingness to share their knowledge. With such a large group of passionate...
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(note: clarify with coffee server that one is getting decaf in the evening. It is past midnight, and my brain will NOT turn off) When I first gave Andrew's saddle a try, it was attached to Andrew's Bike Friday. Now, he's not a tall guy. He's...
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Sometimes I think that the best part of having a blog might just be the search engine terms that people use to get here.
For your entertainment (hey, shouldn’t you be working?) here are some of my recent favorites: “cyclocross i’m getting...
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I spent most of 2007 waking up between 4:30 and 5:10am and heading off to Portland Adventure Bootcamp. I’d found the program by doing an internet search after hearing about the concept from a midwestern cyclocrosser.
When I went that January, I...
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Or: On, Done, and Off in 45 minutes. During the 12 years I wrote for Runner's World magazine, my Go-To Guy for any training feature was one of this country's premier exercise scientists. PhD. Head of the human performance lab at a major Big 10...
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A short ride up to Council Crest/Fairmount and back. Just to make my uncle happy, I took pictures :-) It was a good thing I had the bicycle with good head and tail lights.
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I've got a Brooks saddle. While my sit bones are generally happy, the ridge down the middle makes other parts of me not so happy. Friend Andrew was sporting a Brooks saddle with the Selle An-Atomica cutout. He offered it up for a two week trial, as...
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Meeting Heather (sometimes affectionately referred to as “hg” on this blog) was an important moment in my cycling history - she was the first chick that I actually connected with in an exclusively “bike” setting. In fact, when...
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In 1999 I was living in Calcutta, India working for Mother Teresa’s Missionaries of Charity. By day I cleaned bed sores and pulled maggots out of open wounds. I carried skeletal women in my arms and bathed them with my hands. I held the women who...
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Photo: Kenji Sugahara
Hey - is Thanksgiving tomorrow? How the hell did that happen?
Sunday’s race report went up yesterday afternoon over at Ye Olde Wend Magazine.
This week is the classic 5 days of work stuffed into 3 days time but how can I not...
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The Bridges of Marion County. Even RAAM-qualified riders like John Kramer can use a little down time. He gets a little here one Saturday afternoon in November in Oregon’s Willamette Valley.
Indian Summer lingered until Halloween this year. Then...
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I didn’t kill it. I swear.
But it was there.
Big, squishy rat. Cyclocross roadkill. On the course. Just after a jaunt through a pile of rotten pumpkins (rideable).
It reminded me of the sacrificial bird and I rode faster.
Something about riding...