As a year-round cyclist, I tend to view seasons a bit differently than most folks. I still acknowledge the recognized four, but I like to break each into smaller sub-seasons. Invariably, bugs somehow play a part. Early spring is the start of mosquito season. Early summer: lightning-bug ...

I have a bad case of rabies on the brain. Maybe I should rephrase that. A sentence like that is bound to get me quarantined. But for the past couple of weeks thoughts of the foam-at-the-mouth doggy disease have jumped into my head frequently, and almost always when I’m on my bike. The ...

One crisp day late last autumn or even early last winter, my son and I were riding bikes to school when I noticed he was poking along even more slowly than normal. Worried he’d be late, I encouraged him to pick up the pace a bit and asked why he was so sluggish. He explained that it was ...

The darnedest thing happened during my ride home the other late night/early morning. I was pedaling home, and just as I was about a half mile from downtown, cruising through a quiet Old West Lawrence neighborhood, I spied two glowing orbs up ahead. I’ve seen all sorts of wildlife in the ...

Back when I was a cub reporter for this paper, I recall a game I used to play with my college roommate. He’d come up with a word, and I was supposed to try to get it into print. The payoff, I recall, was beer, or, since I was underage at the time, some other sort of refreshing yet ...

I hear Serious Cyclists all the time saying that solo riders are missing out on the best part of the sport. These Serious Cyclists contend that riding in a pack is the best way to improve bike-handling skills and speed and bask in the camaraderie that is Serious Cycling. Of course, ...