Cycling

Neutral Service

“Neutral Service” is a phrase that likely had the father of the Tour de France, Henri Desgrange, turning over in his grave when the first Mavic Neutral Service car became part of the caravan behind the peloton at the 1973 Paris-Nice. In the early years of the Tour, riders were responsible for conducting their own […]

Cycling Word Play

REVIEW – Bike Mechanic: Tales from the Road and the Workshop

(as published in the July 2015 edition of Cycling Utah) When I first read the brief description of BIKE MECHANIC: TALES FROM THE ROAD AND THE WORKSHOP by Guy Andrews and Rohan Dubash, I was anticipating a quick read filled with profiles of team mechanics and humorous anecdotes of life on the road and the […]

Cycling

2011 Ride #9 (henceforth dubbed the Sheffield Loop)

View Larger Map Since this particular loop of mine has been dubbed “The Sheffield Loop” by Jennie and Joel, I might as well go with it. Took a little break in the middle to help Amy and Anna get Amy’s car started again … good thing my phone has my AAA info in it, but […]

Word Play

Poetry Friday

I HEAR AMERICA SINGING I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work, The boatman singing […]

Word Play

Poetry Friday

THE BLUE ANGEL Marlene Dietrich is singing a lament for mechanical love. She leans against a mortarboard tree on a plateau by the seashore. She’s a life-sized toy, the doll of eternity; her hair is shaped like an abstract hat made out of white steel. Her face is powdered, whitewashed and immobile like a robot. […]

Cycling Utah

New Bike Shop …

Looks like the southern part of the valley has a new little service-oriented bike shop, owned and operated by veteran mechanic Alan Greenberg. Alan was the first person I met when I moved to Utah back in January 2002. I had visions of being a winter bike commuter … little did I know just how […]