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.
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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 [...]
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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.
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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.
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Will (Rider/Writer at Large) | February 18, 2010
Yes, I didn’t stop. Which is illegal. Which can be, very, very unsafe. Which can draw the ire of other cyclist. But, after 10 years in San Diego, I can tell you, is not a matter of convenience, or lazy, as some would attribute, but sometimes a very, very real survival skill. Irregardless, it’s against the law. In some states it’s legal, and there’s a ton of debate on if should be, or should not be. The key factor is how to apply common sense to a decision factor that has the potential for very one sided collision out come. But, I didn’t stop.
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Will (Rider/Writer at Large) | February 11, 2010
It’s 1:00 am, cold and almost misty. The streets are erie, almost. I’m somewhere on 30th Street, heading west-ish, towards Market Street; actually, an offshoot. Without ear phones, a song plays — perhaps a radio, or a car — Dire Straits: “Your Latest Trick,” a classic rock tune from the 80s. Something about taxis only [...]
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Will (Rider/Writer at Large) | February 2, 2010
Bike polo, San Diego! Yes, bike polo. We have arrived! Well, in typical San Diego cycle culture fashion, a couple years later than the rest of the nation. What makes bike polo here unique? The singularly laid-back, yet fervent dedication to cycling as a culture first, and a sport second. I heard [...]
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Will (Rider/Writer at Large) | January 22, 2010
I fell in love with Kate Bush once. That might not be exactly accurate. Her voice and a song pulled up beside me one afternoon, and opened a suitcase full of other music. The video for the song “Running up That Hill” was on a TV show entitled “Alive from Off Center.” Since [...]
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Will (Rider/Writer at Large) | January 14, 2010
It’s not a matter of anti-technology, as evidenced by Facebook, Twitter, a blog, and a phone with web access (it sends text, voice, video messages and something else I don’t know how to do, surely). I’m inter-connected across the planet with a biographical maze of people who share one form of common interest or [...]
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Will (Rider/Writer at Large) | January 7, 2010
So it’s 5:45 in the morning and time is running out faster than I’m getting out the door. A month of laziness and a good sinus cold and a few other lame excuses lets me know the lethargy in my legs is very well earned. The best thing about living on a hill [...]
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