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...
I always start the new year by looking back over my photos from the past year. As has become my tradition, I select my favorites from the thousands I’ve amassed over the past 12 months – never an easy feat. From 2014, here they are: 14. I loved this piece of...
Bike Swap, Madison, Wisconsin, January 25, 2014...
