Riding in this morning, I noticed a long poem written along the PATH trail, but I was riding right-to-left and this wasn't in Hebrew. I thought if there was enough light coming back home the poem might make a nice video. Once again, bike speed is the...

By group ride standards, the number of cyclists was modest, but for a group of Santa Clauses and Elves, we had a good turnout. Atlanta isn't quite as chilly as the North Pole, but with the wind, we gained an appreciation for the fur-lined clothing...

The first thing I noticed was the crushed pavement, but cyclists usually notice crushed pavement. It becomes hard to hold onto the handlebars. Someone had driven something really heavy onto the Freedom Park trail near Euclid and North Avenues. The...

As we rode over to Woodruff Park for Critical Mass, we picked up other riders headed in the same direction. Our pilgrimage to the holy land of cycling was made more exciting as we picked up numbers. Riding along the Freedom Park Trail, I heard "On...

Good memories often come with souvenirs. Sometimes, the bad memories have souvenirs too. I got rid of one by sneezing. If you're the sort of person who gets grossed out, have no fear. This isn't a gross post. Only certain types of surprises are...