I first spotted the tattered fabric flapping in the wind while sitting at a red light on Lincoln Avenue. When the light turned green, I could see the full sign as I moved forward. There’s something about the way paint deteriorates when applied to brick. I love what...
Each year I look back on my photos and try to pick my favorites from the year. It always amazes me that I can remember where I was and what I was feeling as I took the photo. Here are my choices for 2013: 13. We’re lucky to have a venue for track cycling so...
Let’s face it: as cyclists, we’re obsessed with the weather. We check the weather the night before a morning ride, and again before we head out. Will it rain, be sunny, windy (a given if you’re in Chicago), snowing, humid? And whatever the...
I’m still in bed, waiting for the sun to rise so that I can head out for a ride. The past week has been a reminder of how fragile life truly is. “On and on the rain will fall Like tears from a star like tears from a star” On Monday, my brother was awakened by his...
It was one of those perfect days on the bike: I felt great, and the day was bright and crisp. Not long after starting out, I was stopped at the light at Armitage and Western when I felt someone ride up behind me. I turned, smiled, and we simultaneously said,...
