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I pull gently on the Hayes Disc Brakes to slow my Schlick Northpaw as I pull up next to an idling four-wheeler along Masterson Fire Lane. “Any of your guys get anything this morning?” I ask? “Stubby saw that five-pointer but he let it pass,” Buck Masterson said with the combination of disappointment and approval…
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In 1992 I bought a bike so I wouldn’t kill anyone driving home from the bars in Milwaukee. I went to the bars a lot back then. It was an entry-level mountain bike painted white with black splatter paint and blue Trek logos. I added a halogen headlight since I would mostly be riding at…
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Even before TLC popularized the phrase in modern culture, bicycle advocates have built careers on the metaphor. Since I retired from two decades working in bicycle advocacy, I’ve given up tilting at windmills, but I do have a lot more time to literally chase waterfalls. This route follows the plentiful unimproved forest roads in northern…
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