Riding For A Cure

Our Team As many of you know, I'm the USA Cycling coach for the Middle Tennessee JDRF (Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation) chapter. I'm often asked why I participate since no one in my family suffers from type one diabetes. The answer is in the above photo: my team. FYI: Not everyone was on this ride … Continue reading Riding For A Cure

Senior Olympic Training Update

Balancing Act Riding with cyclists who are much faster & stronger than me has balanced my ego. On days I feel inadequate I'm reminded of how far I've come in getting stronger, and when I stray too far toward bravado, I note who I'm riding with and the pain they could dial-up! Have I improved? Absolutely. Even … Continue reading Senior Olympic Training Update

I Am KOM!

Well, wonders never cease. I got my first Strava KOM! Take a look... Show Off? Yeah, sure, I'm proud of the accomplishment but it's not why I ride, or try to get faster, or even track myself on Strava. So why am I posting this KOM? To flaunt it? No. To brag? Not really. To … Continue reading I Am KOM!

Indoor Cycling: Can You Train Without a Power Meter?

Watts It To You?   I don't own a power meter. Now before you get your lycra all bunched up in knots, let me explain. It's not that I don't think they're an important tool or that I don't see the value of measuring watts, I do. The truth is, I simply can't afford one … Continue reading Indoor Cycling: Can You Train Without a Power Meter?

Cold Weather Cycling: Jacket

Out With The Old I purchased my first winter jacket some 30 years ago, and since it still worked like a champ, I've used it ever since. At club rides, I stood out like a sore thumb which sparked a teasing frenzy from my younger compadres... "Nice jacket, old man! When are you going to join … Continue reading Cold Weather Cycling: Jacket

One Last Time: My Tribute

I'm taking a break from writing about cycling to honor my dog. Thanks for taking time to read. Biking posts will resume next week. One Last Time I scooped up Truman, careful to wrap the towel around his frail body before cupping his back legs into my right hand. Cradled in the nook of my … Continue reading One Last Time: My Tribute