This is too good not to share – nevermind the fact that local Sorella Forte racer, GnG reader and frequent contributor (thank you for adding your voice!) Kronda is featured for a split second. Why do you ride? Pass it along. Share/Bookmark

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 [...]

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One of the interesting things that came out of the discussion of women and bike shops from a few weeks back was the apparel and accessory tangent that manifested. It's a conversation I've had many times before. We lament the "pinking and shrinking" of everything. We lament the lack of "real" sizes. We hate that women's specific jerseys are too short in the torso. We hate when the length of the leg on the short is too long, too short, or too anything.

… From last year’s Christmas column in the Oregonian. Christmas, 1985. I tear into a shiny metallic package from Santa Claus to reveal a long-coveted toy: a motorcycle noise-maker for my bicycle. I beg my father to install it immediately and then sit on my hot pink banana seat in the garage revving my new engine with [...]

I knew I was in trouble when he brought me back to his apartment and she was there, waiting for us. Leaning up against the wall. Sleek, slender, sophisticated, exotic. She was polite upon meeting me, but quiet. He regarded her with a reverence and adoration I had not anticipated. It would have been easier if I’d hated her outright, but I didn’t. She was stunning. It was hard not to stare.