Today was The Ride to Survive, an event dreamed-up by my late friend, Dave Hunter, to benefit a local charity, Transition to Betterness. The last two years I participated in the event, I made a day of it. Since taking up cycling seriously in May 2020, I have embarked on…

In years previous, there was nothing I enjoyed more than the challenge three metric centuries (100 km or more) on the Saturday, Sunday, and Monday of a holiday weekend. I didn’t manage it on Victoria Day Weekend in late May. I missed it on Canada Day Weekend, around July 1. …

It’s the Friday before Labour Day Weekend and I took my sons downtown to see Art Alley in search of the enigmatic artist, DENIAL.

[*“Safe home, my friend” in the Irish language] He was a walking man seen far and wide trekking the streets of Windsor, Ontario for the past few decades. If you spent any amount of time in downtown Windsor, odds were you eventually saw Ron “Feather Hat Guy” LaDoceur walk by…

The struggle is real. Cycling has been a cornerstone of my life for the past three years and my interest is waning, changing, diminishing, disappearing. Fatigue is at the core of it. I feel unaccountably tired all of the time. I rise early and go to bed early. …

Written July 22, 2023 Today is my birthday. I celebrate it in Muskoka. We’re near the end of our week-long stay and I’ve been recollecting my experiences over the nine formative summers I spent in a similar environment — Lake Chemong in the lovely Kawarthas — from 1977 to 1986. …

I cycled seven times in the month of July. During the winter, when I froze my ass off cycling each morning in miserably cold temperatures, I could not wait for the days of cycling with just my shorts and shirt on. …

Whenever I see magazine articles suggesting that Time is an illusion, that it doesn’t really exist, or that our conception of Time is utterly incorrect, I often think: Yes. Less than two weeks ago The Drive Magazine asked me to write about Dave Hunter. Yesterday, I sat down with Dave’s…

The ricochet of human thoughts is often quite amazing to me. It’s interesting, but disconcerting when I have difficulty tracing the route of a thought in my mind that is only seconds old. I’m reading Jeff Lemire’s graphic novel Royal City. On page… well, there are no page numbers. On…