The Balanced Life

J a, si, oui, 是的 — the language doesn’t matter. Yes is one of the most powerful words on our planet. As winter approaches, I fear a hardening of position by individuals and communities on so many levels.

T hese regulations will require a new symbol to be displayed on the front of packaged foods that are high in saturated fats, sugars and/or sodium.

N ow that winter is approaching what can serious cyclists do to occupy the endless hours they usually spend cycling spring, summer, and fall? Some guys in Pelham will cycle 18,000 kilometres or more this year. Do the math.

I heard her hit the floor so hard,” explains my friend Bill, “that I was afraid to turn around and look. She’s broken her shoulder at the least, maybe worse, were the fears streaming through my brain.

D o you spend much time thinking about what lies ahead? How you might maximize every minute of your remaining time on this planet? Not in the “Time Management, Proven techniques for making every minute count,” by Richard Walsh sense, but more in the

I gnorance is not bliss. Guys, if you have a woman in your life who you care about, please read on.

W hen it comes to getting home in one piece on my bicycle from a training ride, tour, or open-road event, “Whatever it takes” works for me.

T he invitation came by email, short and to the point. “Tomorrow is John’s 80th birthday & we’re headed to Station 1 (Lyle, John, me). If you’re available we’ll be going up Rockway from 8th St around 10:00.” Message received.

A blistering 7.85 kilometers-per-hour average cycling speed through the Netherlands, barely faster than jogging, yielded our most enjoyable cycle touring holiday ever.

L ast Thursday was one of those days on the bike that bring an unsolicited smile to your face, delight to your heart, and simply forces one to be thankful for how fortunate we are as cyclists to live in this beautiful, cleansing agricultural area of