Everything I’ve done—racing, mechanic work, listening to riders—goes into each build. It’s not about specs on paper; it’s about how the wheel feels beneath a specific rider. I do my best to control every detail: spoke count, spoke type, lacing pattern, rim selection, tension, finish. I keep records of every spoke tension reading for every build. I have tolerances. I know how each wheel was made, and why. That level of care doesn’t exist in mass production…

Beauty isn’t a place. It’s a choice. It is a rebellion against a world that tells us function is enough. It is choosing the truth of your spirit over trend, harmony over chaos, and presence over performance. It is a radical act of self-recognition. It is about sculpting a life that breathes with you—not the version the world recognizes, but the one you have yet to fully meet. Your life, your rhythm, your history, your evolution—it all matters…

My culinary career has taken me further than I ever imagined—from restaurants to hotels, Ivy League halls to one of the world’s biggest companies. As a culinary educator, my mission is to equip the next generation with skills that extend beyond the kitchen, into life itself. I hope the seeds I plant today will grow into something lasting. Just as a boy on a Bahamian road was once inspired by a man on a bicycle and his simple, consistent act, I hope now to inspire through food, through cycling, and through the communities they collectively nourish…

We’ve built hardware. We’ve built software. We’ve built teams. We know how long this game is, and how hard it is. We’re not interested in funding someone’s MBA project. We’re funding someone’s life’s work. We’re trying to back people who are swinging for something big but also something new—and who are serious about building it right…

We rode long miles, mostly spread out, mostly silent, but in the evenings we’d set up camp along the quiet beaches and cook up concoctions of rice, beans, tomato sauce, packaged vegetables, and whatever else we happened to be carrying at the time. There was singing, stargazing, and the sound of waves—the stuff of Pacific Coast dreams…

“Having destroyed feudalism and vanquished kings,” democracy established the dominion of equality as a principle and passion. Tocqueville asked his readers: “Would it be wise to believe that a social movement that comes from so far could be suspended by the efforts of a generation?”…

You were all good athletes, so first of all, you could play. But also, squash carried a complexity of ideas in many ways different from other sports. Space, time, tempo, rhythm — that’s not just squash, that’s life. The racquet becomes an extension of the hand, the way the body moves with the feet is like dance…

They had no crane, no helicopter—just ropes. They threw down lines, we tied on, and thirty Russians hauled us in. The hulls smashed together, our carbon boat against their steel. They dropped a rope ladder. I was number eight to climb. I watched number seven go, then scrambled up as fast as I could, losing a shoe into the Atlantic. At the top, I wanted to help pull others up, but they told me to step aside. The last two climbed together, and as they did, our boat slipped under—probably into the ship’s propellers…

Ideally, it’s instant. That “aha” moment. They get on the bike and say, “Oh—this feels right.” That’s what I’m chasing every time. It’s not always dramatic, but more often than not, it is. People usually come in with a problem, and when that problem is solved, they feel it…

With no state response, we stepped in as civil society. We compiled the first official list of the deceased, helped families reach hospitals and the morgue, delivered the heartbreaking news to mothers, aided in body identification, and coordinated support for victims…

In Boston, a femoral shaft fracture means surgery within 24 hours. We stabilize it with an intramedullary nail, and the patient can often walk the next day. In Malawi, the same injury is treated with skeletal traction. A reused, dull pin is hammered through the shin—sometimes without anesthesia—then weights hang off the bed for weeks. Patients lose muscle, knees stiffen, legs shorten. Families lose income for months. It’s painful, socially devastating, and often lethal…

The story of urban transportation from 2000 to 2025 is, at its core, about the relentless pursuit of better ways to move through the world. As we stand on the threshold of autonomous vehicles, we need leaders who understand this history and who will champion the most space- and energy-efficient ways to move through our cities…

So when we reoriented the team around U23 development, we made post-secondary education a requirement. University, trade school, apprenticeship—it doesn’t matter, as long as there’s something beyond the bike. That principle is written into our bylaws as a nonprofit…

Arriving in the subterranean heart of Tokyo, I was a single tall humanoid pinball caroming amidst thousands of fellow commuters launching into the hyper-metropolis…

Eventually, the thoughts of nothingness began to subside. I came to see them as the lactic acid of my soul. And just like physical lactic acid, it can be cleared—so long as training has structure, and is followed by rest and recovery. The bonus: with progress, the body delays its onset and expedites its removal. In a similar way, my soul has been healing. Mobility—the very act that builds physical strength—also gives me hope…

High performance systems were built around the structures that had money—male sports. Male bodies are more straightforward for those systems: train and recover. Women’s bodies are more nuanced: a 24-hour hormonal cycle for men versus a month-long cycle for women; different injury risk, recovery needs. You need more interventions and more feedback loops to prime female athletes…

Whether I’m commuting, speeding along a country road, or navigating roots on a wooded trail—whether I’m greeting my favorite tree, noticing the smell of blossoms, or catching the light of a rising sun—I’m reminded of life’s meaning. Legs moving, gears turning, air flowing, and smiles exchanged along the way: these are moments of poetry revealed through daily motion…