City street crews have been in my ’hood lately, sealing the countless cracks that mar our fair roads, and I have to admit to a little thrill of anxiety whenever they’re around. I’ve road-geeked out a bit watching them. As best I can tell, first the fine fix-it folks blast those ...

I’ll admit to more than my share of irrational fears off the bike, but I like to think all of my from-the-saddle scares are warranted. Of course, it could be argued that such rationalization is precisely what makes a fear irrational, but I fear I digress. Among my most gripping ...

The other day, I was driving somewhere with the family and pointed out to my kids a fellow road-user. A man riding a scooter had caught my eye. He had strapped to his chest what appeared to be either a backward backpack or a baby carrier. Inside said satchel was a small dog. The kids ...

My thousands of bike miles in and around the city have provided me with dozens of tales, from captivating accounts of derring-do (or, in my case, derring-don’t) to location humor (you had to be there) to the kind of stultifying insipidity that, once it spews forth from my mouth, makes my kids ...

I was riding home for dinner the other evening, still struggling with the reality that it now gets dark just a couple minutes after noon, and approached the reviled roundabout not far from my house. As I approached the traffic-calming device from hell, I was surprised to see, to my right, an ...

I read with dread the other day the news that the city was contemplating putting in another infernal traffic-calming device. Commissioners were considering a roundabout at the intersection of Ninth and New Hampshire streets, despite the fact roundabouts seem to be almost universally despised ...