Cycling, pro cycling, and other stories
He was collared by a press man and asked a question. He opened his mouth and the lip trembled. He hid his face beneath team issue baseball cap (should be a casquette, really, but whatever…) and sobbed, squeezing out a manly “aww jeez…I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” and then he sobbed a bit more.
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As anyone who even vaguely knows me and my wife will tell you, I’m the one who does the cyclingContinue Reading
I’m pretty sure my wife likes the fact that I’m a cyclist – she understands the style, the culture, andContinue Reading
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