Photo Credit: The Amazing Jose Sandoval Part One: This is How We Die Part Two: Paint My Coffin Pink Part Three: Pour My Ashes in Slate Olson’s Coffee Famous last words. Remember them well: “All we have to do is get up Dixie Mountain and we’ll be ok.” All we have to do is get up Dixie Mountain. It’s true. But [...]

Missed Part One? Catch up and read This is How We Die. Photo Credit to the amazing Jose Sandoval * Eight miles on Highway 30 lead us to the last bits of civilization before the start of Otto Miller. We pass a bike shop, load up on a hearty supply of spare tubes, and cruise into the Texaco [...]

Last year I had the pleasure of covering a Bike First camp for my column in the Oregonian. In the piece, I describe involuntarily bursting into tears after watching a young girl with austism take her first unassisted pedalstrokes.  If you missed, you can catch it here – it’s a quick read. I’m happy to announce [...]

It’s official. I have become my mother. She claims to be “shy” (no, really, she does) but I spent my youth following her around talking to strangers. A natural reporter, she was prone to engaging people when she was curious about what they were doing or where they were going. Contrary to most childhood lessons, my mother [...]

We're not normal. I know this. I've known this ever since the day so many years ago when I proposed to Sal that we ride our bicycles to the nearest cafe for lunch. "But what will we do with the bikes?" He looked truly perplexed. "We'll just lock them up," I suggested casually. I had my sights set on a bagel sandwich, and the weather was immaculate. The Sicilian's brow crumpled in a way that I'd not witnessed in our two years together.

Yesterday’s crit was phenomenal. In a Toyota v. Leipheimer/Horner battle, Toyota came out on top. Not to worry, Levi was showered with adoration afterward. The fan-lust was seriously impressive.  I’m under a time crunch here and my laptop is starting to go through death throes but I spent last night repairing critical errors so [...]