Around 1972, in officialrecognition of the naturallyimpoverished state of Americanbicycle racers, who were notallowed to race for cash, theAmateur Bicycle Leagueof America finally allowedcommercial sponsorship
New talent and unknown localswith different jerseys werealways lying in wait, on startinglines from Greensboro,N.C., toFitchburg, Mass. Cyclists whotraveled the Eastern Seaboardfrom Florida to Quebec
The sponsor’s name acrossthe front and back of thecycling jersey was the significantdifference between us as racingcyclists and the mainstream teamsports in this country. It
The Boys of Summer Friday, September 16, 2005 My son Ian and I just this minute got out of the lake. We swim every night
Precious Time is Slipping Away I lost two friends this week. Two friends from back in the day at my old prep school in Maine
53 Years later my son is at Bridgton Academy By Bill Humphreys Do the math and my classmates could’ve had their grandchildren already pass through
