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Rolling along

Look, ma, no hands … or plaque

Andrew Hartsock

I don’t often travel with the 8-to-5 set, but not too terribly long ago, when the Journal-World was still an afternoon newspaper, I often would drive to work with other early-morning commuters. Though commuting to work inside our city limits is nothing like the longer commute in a big city, ...

Friendly is as friendly does

Andrew Hartsock

I’ve never considered Lawrence or Kansas to be particularly bicycle-unfriendly, in part because, with the exception of the time I saw a hot, grumpy, tired and possibly bonking cyclist taking out his frustrations on a balky derailleur with a tire lever (oh, wait, that was me), I’ve never really witnessed ...

You'll never get me, copper!

Andrew Hartsock

I’m slow on a bike. Like, really slow. In fact, I’m more glacial than slow. Still, I’m amazed at how quickly I have to make decisions sometimes even though I’m creeping along at a challenged-snail’s pace. All the time I’m encountering wayward vehicles or run-away pedestrians or even just simple ...

What do you say? Part II

Andrew Hartsock

I’m not most talkative of sorts and definitely lean more toward taciturn than glib, whether on two wheels or terra firma. It’s primarily because I bite my own tongue, but two recent events, coincidentally just a couple of blocks but several weeks apart, while I was riding tied it. My ...

What do you say? Part I

Andrew Hartsock

I’m not the quickest of wits, and while I have a fondness for words, I sometimes find myself at a loss for them. Such was the case on two recent rides, coincidentally about two blocks — but several months — apart. In the first, I was riding home one evening, ...

Bye bye, biking buddy

Andrew Hartsock

Today I might be the saddest man on two wheels. Thursday was the last day of school, the last day my younger child would attend elementary school. He’s off to big, bad middle school, and at some point as we pedaled to class last week it dawned on me our ...

Two-wheeled stratification

Andrew Hartsock

I don’t get folks who ride a certain sub-set of motorized two-wheelers. It’s a generalization, I know, and maybe even a stereotype, but riders of the class of Motorbike Lite seem just a little … off …to me. Occasionally, I’ll get the secret motorcycle wave (I’d show you, but then ...

Blowing the lid off Mother's Day

Andrew Hartsock

One of the best things about being Lawrence’s preeminent, longest-running bike blogger is all the cool schwag that comes my way. OK, that’s not entirely true. For one thing, preeminence is subjective, even if, as far as I know, ever since Fat Man Biking hung up his keyboard a couple ...

Move over, Van Gogh

Andrew Hartsock

I like to pay particular attention to the Venn diagram intersection of bicycle and art. I think bikes of all kinds can be artistic in their own right; some are absolutely beautiful. I have admired pictures and paintings of and with bikes, and even a few by bikes. I recall ...

Stupid is as stupid does — and hops and flies and …

Andrew Hartsock

I was riding back to work after dinner the other night, and up ahead I saw a flash as something darted from between a parked conversion van and pickup truck, right at my eye level. I quickly deduced it to be a bat, which I see frequently and of which ...

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