Riding my bike
When I lived in Utah, I rode a plush Trek fully over rocks and down wicked trails. How hilarious it was, especially right before the inevitable crash. In France, my Cannondale road bike carried me up most passes around Grenoble. I didn't have any less fun. Now, in London, the Cannondale has been demoted to commuter beater and is glumly waiting to be replaced by a single-speed.
- When coasting just isn't enough – My first time up the most mythical climb in the world of cycling.
- Around and about – A cyclic retrospective.