I often ride solo, and deciding where to go is often based on my mood, the distance I want to ride, or which way the wind is blowing. Whenever I ride north up Sheridan Road, there’s a place I like to stop when I get to Winnetka. I discovered it by accident one...
There’s an old saying that urges us to stop and smell the roses. It’s usually offered as “friendly advice” when we’re moving too fast, not paying attention to what’s really important in life. I finished an early morning spin class...
As he stepped through the door I knew something was wrong. It was the expression on his face. The way he moved. And then I saw his jacket. Shredded up at the shoulders. And then the bloody knee. And the swollen elbow. And the bruised hip. And the jammed finger. The...
It happens after every big snow in Chicago: residents shovel out a parking space and stake their claim with random objects. Technically, “Chicago Dibs” is illegal, but city officials look the other way for a couple days before they issue a statement that...
Bike Swap, Madison, Wisconsin, January 25, 2014...
