In my 70th year I finally get the age thing. I haven’t accepted it yet, but the concept is beginning to make sense. What happened, and where did the time go? Please, don’t answer. Riding a bicycle and being around them for so long has pushed so many truths into the...

I launched this today. 100 minutes on my private circuit in the park that serves as a cemetery while looking mostly like a cemetery unless I’m in the area with no tombstones. That loop is 80 seconds at most and flat enough that two cog combinations are plenty. There...

One season ends another season begins. An imperfect moment to peel back the layers and find out what’s inside. (Until now) there have been too many constructs keeping me safe, and from seeing more than my own reflections. I’ve often mentioned the time between the...

It took nearly three years before the concept became real, for the stylized RS logo (see the original late 1970s paper cut in the second image) to be on my bicycles. Here is the original board that went to the print shop. The two iterations that are pasted down are...

Pride comes in many ways. Here’s an image of @yikaihuang. It’s a frame he’s made from materials I sell to framebuilders worldwide. This unit is assembled from Über Oversize tubing designed by me and @officinadariopegoretti along with my Sax Max lugs, bottom bracket...

I’m riding again. And when I leave the driveway it’s with a plan. This amount of time. That loop. Normally I stick to the plan. I’m a pedaler. Cadence is everything to me. Almost in an Old School way. Like when we used to spend winters on a fixed gear. For those...

Gabrielle Chanel, the company’s founder, once designed a Baccarat crystal plate that depicted the tools of her trade, along with an epigraph summarizing her art. “With these scissors”, an inscription on the plate read, “I cut away everything that was superfluous in...

A Nervex Ref 32 lug. This time, for the top tube/head tube confluence. I routinely wax on with flowery verbiage about these, so much so that I may have exhausted my adjective batch leaving my subjectivity suspect. But I’ll try. These parts, produced through maybe 1976...