A Humerus Thing Happened on the Morning Ride

A Humerus Thing Happened on the Morning Ride

Sorry about the title, I couldn’t help myself. Even if it meant giving away the punchline to this entire post. Yes, I crack myself up. As some of you already know, last Tuesday I was involved in a serious crash during…

What Will You Tell Her?

This post is in response to the increasing hostility I have encountered lately while riding west of our fair city. Today while out on a group ride, a truck travelling in the oncoming lane intentionally swerved into our lane, then gave…

Kids of Mud

Kids of Mud

Three years ago I made the executive decision that my son would no longer play soccer. Watching him run halfheartedly after a soccer ball in a swarm of other children was unbearably boring, and sitting on the sidelines listening to…

Finding Yonder: The Abitibi Trail

Finding Yonder: The Abitibi Trail

Ninety-nine percent of great adventures end happily, and serve to inspire each other to step outside of our beige tupperware boxes and go farther. Do more. The other 1% – the adventures we don’t like to talk or think about…

Looking for Lindsay

Looking for Lindsay

On Saturday morning I was (what else) observing the eighth stage of the Tour de France when a message from my friend Jason Carter came in that Lindsay Gauld was in St. Malo. Which was pretty weird, since St. Malo…

Life in the (Winter) Bike Lane

Life in the (Winter) Bike Lane

If you think it takes a little extra dose of crazy to commute by bike in the winter, you’re right. As if the challenges of fair-weather commuting aren’t bad enough, winter adds a whole new level of danger that can…

Independence Day

Independence Day

As you may have heard, there’s a little bike race happening in France right now. For cycling enthusiasts the world over it is the best of times, and it is the worst of times. Watching our heros ride their guts…

Bike to Work Day

Bike to Work Day

In addition to being Bike to Work Day tomorrow, it will also be the next stop on my World Media Tour as I once again try my best to represent “Joe Cyclist” in a CBC morning radio interview. Recently, while…

The Morning Shift

The Morning Shift

Ten years ago, if you told me I would be getting up at 5am on a Saturday morning to go ride a bike for four hours, I would have sprayed the rye and coke right through my nose and all…

Mother Road

Mother Road

What a lovely day for a morning ride. While moms everywhere enjoyed a well-deserved sleep-in, followed by a luxurious breakfast of Fruit Loops and mustard served in bed – I squeezed into my finest Sunday bike kit, pumped my skinny…