Sam Ollinger | May 4, 2011
Local mountain biking enthusiast, Chip Mutza, was kind enough to let us post the videos he made over the past two weekends documenting the mountain biking scene here in San Diego. Here is what he had to say about it, “This past weekend a few friends and I took a short drive out to beautiful [...]
Aaron Garland | February 4, 2011
Stopping at Spanish Landing Park Yesterday I rode the bike and pedestrian path along North Harbor Drive to an interview at the Airport. The dress requirement was business casual, so I was wearing tailored slacks, a blazer and a tie, that I reserve for such occasions. While riding I was struck by the beauty. The [...]
Will (Rider/Writer at Large) | January 24, 2011
Of course, the article in the San Diego Reader got some attention, and nearly all responses were negative. Perhaps some responses were positive, but they didn’t get through to be published. This is understandable, as it provides a bit of perspective. I can hear the gears turning in many heads about the right and the wrong about the [...]
Will (Rider/Writer at Large) | January 5, 2011
Editor’s Note: For links to many of the organizations named in this piece, see this related post, or check out the links on the sidebar. It’s a song, the title is. It’s been stuck in my head for a few days. Normally, when a story comes to mind, it happens on a ride. This came [...]
Will (Rider/Writer at Large) | October 25, 2010
I can’t tell you what the hardest button to button is, the first or the last. Yet I am standing there, trying to put an ever-so-Mr.-Rogers-esque cardigan on someone who is really more Levi’s jean jacket with the cut-out concert t-shirt sewn on the back, and the seams purposely frayed. Sure, the sweater fits, but [...]
Will (Rider/Writer at Large) | September 30, 2010
Jeffers’ writes: “Men’s failures are often as beautiful as men’s triumphs, but your returnings are even more precious than your first presence.”
Will (Rider/Writer at Large) | August 26, 2010
I’ve experienced CM for 8 years now in this city. I know what it was. I was there when it was 20 people. I was there when it was 200. I was there when it was redirected to the sewers to listen to concerts. I was there when the police decided to lay down people like it was a political convention. It grows frustrating to see wasted potential. It doesn’t have to even exist anymore, except that it seems the only common place we all meet to congregate as cyclist.
Will (Rider/Writer at Large) | June 13, 2010
My wife says I can’t sit in the soft chair to write when I’m sweaty, so I sit on the hard wood chair. I am also supposed to use coasters for the condensation from my damp glass of orange juice and Gatorade powder. It was a day of riding; like others, but different. They are all [...]
Will (Rider/Writer at Large) | May 10, 2010
Cars, getting hit, being all sweaty getting to work, how people look at me, getting beat and robbed in certain parts of town or, the best one; having to go to the bathroom in a public place because “you can’t hold it”. Yes, all kinds of worries for the non-cyclist about being a cyclist.
Will (Rider/Writer at Large) | April 1, 2010
I am bad with time. Not in the sense that I am always running late, or I’m overbooked, but in the sense that hours will last for days and days are sometimes seemingly without end; weeks and months will pass along absent-minded rivers that suddenly dump into an ocean of brisk cold future. I say [...]
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