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Category Archives: cycling threats
50 Years of Running: Gamesmanship and sandbagging
As an advertising salesperson, I not only competed against the previous year’s sales numbers in my territory. The daily game included competing with other salespeople and also other print publications and radio stations in the Fox Valley. The towns we … Continue reading
Bone on bone
I saw a former running acquaintance riding his bike on the road outside our cul-de-sac this morning. The bright blinker mounted on his aging Trek Madone caught my eye. As he passed I called out his name. He kept rolling … Continue reading
I keep smiling. It’s the only way to live.
At the age of five years old, I was in the backyard of another kid that would become my best friend through the age of twelve. Our mothers were in the front yard talking about how we might get along … Continue reading
Posted in bike accidents, bike crash, bike wobble, blood on the highway, Christopher Cudworth, competition, cross country, cycling, cycling the midwest, cycling threats, running
Tagged baseball, basketball practice, bike crash, competition, concussion, cycling crash, fly ball, kickball, softball, sports injuries, sports injury, torn ACL, water on the knee
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On poaching, road rage and political consequences
Yesterday while out birding on a country road west of our home, I turned the corner where the asphalt surface turns to gravel and spied a pile of Canada geese scattered in the snow. Some hunter must have exceeded the … Continue reading
On winter and fading tan lines
During the summer I always put sunscreen on my arms, face, ears, neck and nose. But that’s a rather recent habit. For most of my running career before taking up cycling fifteen years ago, the thought of putting on sunscreen … Continue reading
Posted in cycling, cycling the midwest, cycling threats, death, healthy aging, healthy senior, running
Tagged cycling, melanoma, runner, running, skin cancer, squamous cell skin cancer, stay pale, tan lines
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Confessions of a crap bike mechanic
I was always a crap bike mechanic, but as a kid, I couldn’t resist trying to convert my big frame bike into a Sting Ray. Somehow I came into possession of a set of handlebars and put them on my … Continue reading
Turning too fast and all that garbage
A few years back when I was first putting in big miles on my road bike, I came to a turn at the juncture of two semi-rural roads. It had rained slightly that morning. When I leaned into the right … Continue reading
A Memoriable Weekend
With the weather warming up here in Illinois and a three-day weekend ahead of us, my wife and I planned out a bit of cycling and running. It actually started on Friday afternoon with a 55-mile ride in windy conditions. … Continue reading