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Soul sport: much more than the Tour de France.
Bastille Day has come and gone. It’s mid July and cycling aficionados the world over are having to adjust their much-varied, geographical time clocks. For people who follow this sort of thing, it is the height of the professional season, and … Continue reading
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Tagged bicycling, cycling, lifestyle, soul sport, spirituality of sport, sport of the soul, Tour de France, travel
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Chiang Mai’s custodians of tradition.
Ten years ago, I was in northern Thailand bicycling, taking in the vibe, and hanging out with a group of young artists as I escaped a portion of a Vancouver winter. My thoughts returned to that time recently, as my … Continue reading
The greatest gift, and the point of no return.
The point, at which my life changed irrevocably occurred in December 1972. I was 10 years old. My mother, in one of the many examples of her loving, and forward thinking nature, had decided the previous year that she would … Continue reading
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