MARCI BLACKMAN

Several weeks ago, when I first sat down to write this post, I wanted to talk about heroes. Not the problematic, megalomaniac Aryan crusaders with whom Hollywood is so painfully obsessed—Superman, Batman, Captain America, Thor. Nor even the lesser-known demigods, or PO...

I got the call ten days out. A text, actually, somewhat cryptic, from the manager of the bike shop out of which I lead tours.

“I left you a voice mail,” it said.  “When you have time could you please call me? It’s for a 4 hour tour for the prince of South Arabia.”

Did...

to train your body to ride a bicycle across the country. No magic workout that will rip your wimpy thighs into Yohann Gène or Kevin Reza super quads able to levitate over the Rockies in a matter of minutes. Especially on a bike loaded down with 65 pounds of extra...