I betrayed my love, and now I’m left to suffer. The plastic ball full of whiffle holes bounced lightly in front of me. It wouldn’t hop more than a foot...

Cycling through Belgium and The Netherlands means windmills, tulips and cycling narrow European streets. Wonderful....

I was convinced my stuff didn't stack up when in reality I was dangerously close to wearing a tux to a barbeque....

Not every bike ride can be epic. This one was....

A 400-mile trek along the Erie Canal Trail is more than a bike ride. My wife and I set out with some friends – and about 600 other people to...

A sarcoidosis perspective on cycling My cycling has come a long way since I began lamenting the difficulties of riding while dealing with sarcoidosis and the multiple medications to keep...