I am freshly back from logging two weeks in the Belgian arctic, where spring has not yet sprung and Flanders is still wallowing in her natural frigid climes. While I was amid [...]
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Today’s edition of Paris-Nice was hard. It’s 9:30 at night as I peck away at this entry and my legs are erring on the side of sore. Thankfully for Andy, who you’ll [...]
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France: the country that invented the Michelin star system for exceptionally fine dining and home to exquisite cuisine. Julia Child honed her craft here and brought that back to American kitchens where [...]
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Perché no? just recently became ¿Por qué no? Actually, correct that, it became Per què no? Those translations, all of which read Why Not?, are Italian, next Spanish, and lastly the wild child [...]
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I like to pretend I know a thing or two about this bike riding thing. I’m paid real dollars (well, Euros rather, but those are then converted to dollars) in exchange for [...]
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Allow me to set the scene: I am riding parallel to a busy road, so I find myself on a bike path. Very few patrons in sight; in fact, I haven’t seen [...]
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Eat, ride, sleep, repeat. Or so they say. No one ever asks me how much I sleep. I do, however, receive a nearly equal smattering of questions regarding how much do I [...]
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Quite literally. Be either really excited or completely confused, faithful readers, because this is one of those once annual iamtedking race reports. Easter Sunday 2012 marked my second Paris-Roubaix. The first time [...]
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