Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Why Walk When You Can Ride?

Frank Gray's column today is about cycling -- something different from what he usually writes about...but like his other columns, it's still pretty good.

I saw my first bicycle race when I was 12 or 13, and I was instantly mesmerized.

That’s usually the way passions begin. You see something as a kid – a car race up close, a rock concert, a play, name it – and you’re hooked for life.

The racing bikes I saw amazed me. They had silk tires skinnier than your little finger, no fenders, cages for bottles of water, and names I had never even heard of before, and the noise they made when they flew by at 30 mph was a unique, humming wind.




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