What I learned this week: When you do your civic duty -- like attending a town Conservation Committee meeting -- you might find out about ...

New info on loss of bone density in cyclists -- this time, including young male cyclists. Get out there and walk, run or jump rope, guys! W...

Bah. First accumulated snow of the season. I know, I know, lots of you weirdos love snow. You probably don't live in Massachusetts. Clea...

… being free of the need to win results in greater personal power and performance. Let the possibility of winning keep you alert and sharp. ...

Well, it’s the fourth Thursday in November, and while I can’t say I’m exactly grateful for what happened this morning on my ride, I am grate...

During each of my rides through September and October, I felt a combination of joy and sadness rising up within me. The joy came from the co...

When the cool of the pond makes you drop down on it When the smell of the lawn makes you flop down on it When the teenage car gets the cop d...

In the last couple of days, while riding my regular workouts – distance, climbing repeats, etc. – I’ve discovered a kind of consciousness ar...

So, what do you know? The Olympics are here, and NBC is actually broadcasting some of the cycling. Hip-hooray! It’s wonderful to finally see...

My recent post about what it means to be a serious rider spurred some interesting comments from reader Dave (scroll down at the original p...

My wife and I were out in Western Mass last weekend for much-needed R&R. On the way back yesterday, she kindly consented to visit the Fi...

How serious a rider are you? No, really: I mean this question quite genuinely. How serious are you? I hear you ask, “Well, how should we jud...

For one reason and another, I haven’t been able to go on a “spirited group ride” (as the journalists like to call them) in about nine months...

It wasn’t that I faced shame like some brave and noble human, but rather that the racing, the failing at racing, and the succeeding at admit...

Too often I would hear men boast of the miles covered that day, rarely of what they had seen. - Louis L'Amour Sometimes, when I'm re...

So, the ride on Sunday, the day I posted that piece about anticipating a terrific spin on a gorgeous spring morning, ended up kind of crapp...

There’s something about a morning when you know you’re going to go out for a special ride later on. It’s early on this gorgeous first day of...