“Somewhere between work, and being a father, and a soccer coach, and a husband, and the guy in charge of getting the truck’s clutch replaced and chainsawing the willow that fell last week, and being funny and friendly at Friday happy hours, I lost my way as a cyclist,” I wrote in the first of this two-year series of columns. In the last, I wrote that “any such effort to quantify the extent to which I am a cyclist is meaningless. We are or are not.” A lot happened in between.
I A Stroke of Fate II Pretty Ugly III Do Not Go Gentle IV The Road I Didn’t Know V Impossible VI The Escape VII What It’s Like VIII How to Not Ride IX In the Fog X Not Riding It Right XI You Ride Like You XII The Thing We Carry XIII Lucky Day XIV The Long Way XV Exactly the Right Moment
XVI Just Another Year XVII Surprises of the Rises XVIII Rooted XIX Besotted XX Easy Does It
XXI Remember the Time XXII It All Becomes Us