The Dusty Musette

Trees can be a cyclist’s best buds, in so many ways. They provide shade along the roadway, they tell you which way the wind is blowin...

What is it with all the toilets? Riding my bike, I see all manner of trash and treasure along the roadsides, especially at this ...

Palm Springs, California—the town that Sonny Bono built—looks to be a fine place for desert road cycling, not that I’ve done much of tha...

These boots have changed my life. I know that sounds dramatic, but, honestly, I can’t think of another piece of cycling gear that...

When intrepid English bicycle-traveller John Foster Fraser, in the middle of his trans-world bicycle trip in 1896, met with the gover...

People love to complain about dog shit in the spring time. As the glacial drifts recede from sidewalks and streets, and the detritus of t...

Dear Bicycletiquette, What is the proper protocol for peeing mid-ride? Is it okay to pee on the side of the road? Just how disc...

A few weeks back, Val, Penn, and I fled the city on a Sunday morning and took to the gravel of the Glory Hills west of Edmonton.  We ro...

I’ve only got one rule for a night ride these days: it’s got to include a crossing of the night bridge. That’s what I’ve taken to ...