I was riding to work the other day when I encountered a banana peel dead ahead. I probably could have maneuvered around it, despite my proximity to the curb and the car passing to my left, but I decided just to ride over it. In one terrible split-second before contact with said fruit ...

I saw a near-dustup the other day, and while I’ve encountered several such traffic-related, road-ragey altercations (no doubt a result of the weather/economy/whatever is ailing us as a nation these days), this one stuck with me and rattled around a bit in the void between my ears. I was ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...