There is nothing better than getting up really early on a Sunday morning, hopping on my bike, and riding through the city. One of my favorite Sunday routes is heading into downtown. Chicago has an almost eerie quality at that time of the morning. Streets are...
Saturday… 25-35 mph winds, with gusts to 40? Suck it up, invoke Rule #5, and get out there. Give the Seven a once-over, pump the tires, check the brakes. Click in…snap! Gooooo. It’s March: no speed, little stamina…who cares? Keep going. Shift. Pedal. Push. Ignore the...
I know July is a busy month for you, so I’m putting in my requests early in case you need a little extra time on these. First please make sure my bike arrives in London in one piece and on the same flight as me. That would be a bad start to this whole adventure. Once...
The world is quiet as I leave the house in the morning on my bike. It’s still dark, and the city is only starting to come to life. The unmistakable hiss of the brakes from a city bus is often the only sound I notice for blocks. As I move along daylight breaks and with...
My last post was full of anxiety. Full of self-imposed pressure that was slowing sucking the enjoyment out of one of the most enjoyable things I’ve ever known: riding my bike. I was worried that I wasn’t “training” long enough, hard enough, or often enough to be ready...
