I’m not really a fast cyclist. For all that I like to talk about working hard on my bike, it doesn’t actually mean, objectively speaking, that I’m all that speedy. But that being said, I do sometimes like the feeling of flying. Last night, with too much pent-up energy, I …
While it’s true that I avoid poppy magazines and other media with their pictures of stick-thin supermodels and perfect hair, I can’t say that I’ve entirely escaped their influences. True, when I was little my parents did an excellent job surrounding me with books and magazines and movies of substance, …
Back when I was 1) teaching, and 2) keeping track of how far I rode with my bikey odometer/speedometer, my goal was always to ride at least 100 miles per week. A normal there-and-back daily commute was about 19 miles, so I figured that simply getting to where I needed …
Back in the day, I would have told you that I was a runner, not a bicyclist. Not that I like to categorize myself like that anyway, but my point is that the stasia of old used to define herself much more by her running than her biking. Now, even …
