Trust the Bike by Titus Gee I rode home through the canyons under the glare of a fiery sunset, the great red orb smoldering its way to earth through the smoke of the season’s first wildfires. It’s hot already, in the middle of March. Ninety degrees at noon. I felt the road calling to me […]
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New Roads by Titus Gee I took a different road to work today and rediscovered riding. It doesn’t seem like it should make that much difference. I take a curvy road through the canyons to work every day. But somehow a different set of curves and speeds and patterns got me grinning, despite the fact […]
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To really share the experience you have to ride that same six-inch strip of road round every curve and over every bump.
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Just like in the rest of life, you can’t control the other guy. Sometimes other folks get stupid and you get hurt. That’s life.
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Everything in the world was glassed-in, sanitized, and hermetically sealed for my protection.
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Every ride, every curve, every patch of gravel bears the potential for perfection or disaster.
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I’ve made a kind of informal study out of watching people react to me in different guises — suits or jeans, coveralls or sleeveless shirts that show off the tattoo . . . Very few women have dragged their children hastily away; businesses don’t give me poor service, no matter what I wear.
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