• The Perceived Power of Places

    The Perceived Power of Places

    The photo above is of my family on a beach near a house that my wife and I lived in before we were married and for a while briefly after.  I spent hours on this beach walking my dog, running, just, sitting. Hours. It has always held a special place in my geographic heart. It…

  • Carve Yourself From Stone

    Carve Yourself From Stone

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    A guest post from my compatriot, the Bard of Bicycling himself, Andrew Titus as we prepare to ride bikes across a rather large island. My memory, clouded by time and coloured by the wishes and desires of a late 40 year old, tells the story of me learning to ride a bike at 5 years…

  • The Red Island Ripper

    The Red Island Ripper

    In just over a week I will try, along with some other crazy mofos, to ride my bike across Prince Edward Island, along the Confederation Trail. 297kms. In one day. It will be both the farthest I’ve ever ridden in one ride and the longest I’ve ever been on a bike. The trail itself is…

  • How to Bike Dad 101

    How to Bike Dad 101

    After posting a photo on Instagram from after a ride this morning I had a buddy PM me: “Dude. Explain to me how you are able to ride every damned day and post this spectacular shit to Facebook all the time with a mitt full of kids and a full time job??? Send me the…

  • My Summer Riding Season Opens with a Giant Bang

    My Summer Riding Season Opens with a Giant Bang

    Managed to slam in 3 consecutive days of fantastic riding with great peeps to open the summer season. Saturday I led my usual Radical Edge Donut Roll Beginner Road ride. I only had one rider this week, and Mike’s not exactly beginner, so heading out bright and early at 8, we beat the heat and…

  • The Escape Machine

    The Escape Machine

    Today when lunch rolled around and I’d had my fill of corporate buzzwords, ‘make the logo bigger/bluer’ and flipping through 1,038 internet channels of everyone riding bikes across Estonia other than me, I did what I often do: I had a minor internal freakout, asked myself how I got here and what the hell I’m…