Category Archive for: Cycling Stories

Death Ride 2012: One Guy’s Experience

Pssssshh—a hissing sound like that of a soda can being opened isn’t something I wanted to hear coming from the direction of my bike tire.  I was cycling up a steep mountain and had time limits to meet.  Shortly after passing a rider who was changing his inner tube, and thinking that’s not going to…

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Bike MS Las Vegas 2011

A video about riding in Bike MS 2011. (Click on the title if the video is not visible).

Deer Creek & Lee Canyon

Just a little cycling fun at Mt. Charleston, Nevada.  (Click on the title if the video is not visible).

Hard Hundred

I just couldn’t understand why I was so exhausted after only 47 miles of riding. Yes, I’d just climbed from my house in Vegas, up past Red Rock Overlook, out to the 160, up and over Mt. Potosi, and almost all the way into Lovell Canyon Road, but my mind was on 100 miles. I’d…

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The Art of Bonking

You don’t have to do everything wrong to bonk while riding your bike. It just takes one or two misguided choices, and you’ll find yourself on your bike wanting only to get off and leave your two wheeled contraption leaning against a stop sign while you sit on the ground, intending never to get up…

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Bike MS 2010

Sometimes when I ride my bike, I enjoy all the scenery and embrace the wonderful weather that propels me along as part of the rhythm of riding, taking me into a zone that insulates me from the stresses of life. At other times, I have no choice but to embrace the pain and exhaustion of…

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Bike MS 2009, One Perspective

As the sun rises across the desert and brushes its orange breath across our cold faces, we mount our bikes and teeter our way through the loose dirt and gravel outside the Las Vegas Speedway, heading for our once-around the race track. It’s November 7, 2009. The air is dead still. More than 200 riders…

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Life in the First Century

I look down the bike path to make sure it’s clear, clip my right shoe onto the pedal, crank it forward, clip the left in and ease into the bike lane. Taking a deep breath, I guide my bike past a water pipe cover while I move to the sweet spot on my saddle. My…

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From Doritos to Cycling

I stood in our kitchen crunching and gulping down chip after chip of Doritos, my arm and mouth working together like a mother bird and a baby chick. I could eat a whole bag of these things one at a time without stopping, but I had restraint! One whole bag at a time is just…

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