Citizen Rider

 Two e-bikes were parked by the entrance to the grocery store yesterday at 7:00 p.m. They were black, heavily built, with brand names that h...

 A road rider lives in endless hope and constant fear. The hope propels us, keeps us going out there because the odds aren't really that...

 An ad popped up on some social media site I was perusing, that said, "Goodbye goosebumps, hello, merino," or something like that....

Like rising sea levels, a steady tide of brake fluid, shock oil, and tire sealant laps higher and higher. On it float the carbon fiber fusel...

 We see them all the time, even in our affluent resort town. A sketchy character brings in a bike that no collecting hobbyist or trendy tech...

 As a Sunday School kid in the 1960s, I was told, in simple terms a child could grasp, that the world would be destroyed by fire. We'd ...

 A few days ago, I drove from my little town on the eastern border of New Hampshire, to Middlebury, on the west side of Vermont. The next da...