Hello and Happy Hump Day.
One of the earliest memories I have of my first bike was when we moved from Chicago to Santa Cruz in 1972. It was a Kermit The Frog green Stingray with jungle bars, a banana seat and a sissy bar jacked up to the max. Depending on the day, you might find Amos Otis, Gates read more
Road Holland asks you to send in a photo of you in your dorkiest cycling gear for their amusement. The best look earns the winner a jersey.
I’m a big tent guy, but when I must categorize myself as a cyclist I probably fit best in the road cyclist pigeonhole. Road cyclists have a set of “The Rules” — 85 commandments of roadie etiquette, style and tradition. I break 23 of them.
There are several routes available to and from work on my daily ride, and it has come to my attention that more and more (not like dandelions in Spring) Share The Road signs are going up, appropriately in areas where there is a wider lane, but no designated bike lane. I do not believe this read more
Maybe it’s just me, but the following story just does not compute. This incident occurred last June on one of my more oft-used commuting routes. A cyclist would either need to be asleep or drunk for this to happen. Where else besides Jackass or Wipeout can someone plow full speed into a stationary object and read more