At times, it is extremely easy to see why I push myself to ride a bike almost every day. While racing down a hill on my road bike, getting a little air on my mountain bike or experiencing the feeling of snowflakes kissing my face on the fat bike, I feel like a little kid. My smile is so large that my face continues to hurt after the ride is over, and feels like it might get stuck in that position for eternity. It is easy to choose happy during these precious moments in life,

To begin, I have prodigious loads of energy and it is exceedingly difficult for me to slow down. This is the simple truth about me, so, when someone suggested that I really needed to take an ENTIRE week off with no riding, I might have panicked a little. I felt like a hedgehog who was just awoken from a peaceful slumber, quills set to maim the offender. At least I can swim laps, I thought. No, I couldn't even swim easy. Now I turned into a porcupine ready to stab anyone who d

A bicycle is an elegant machine. In the most simple state it is nothing more than a frame with a seat and handlebars, two wheels, cranks and a chain. Simple, but one of the best inventions of all time. Looking at the history of the bicycle it is amazing how this simple design has changed to accommodate the needs and tastes of the time. There are so many different facets of the cycling industry now. We can ride our bikes to work, through the park and into the mountains. Road,