Yeah that’s right, I said Kansas City. Having experienced this event a few years ago, I can confidently say those kids in the middle of the country know how to throw one hell of a bike party. Crazy good trails and a party that could kill a horse. Continue reading Singlespeed Kansas City
Before I had the privilege of writing on this yellow page, I was a big fan of DC. I loved Big Jonny’s snark, Gnome’s commentary, Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Pistil Pete Abides
Singlespeed Worlds are heading back here to the good old US of A and we will be there. After a few years of trying, including Continue reading Singlespeed Worlds Cometh
When I wrote my last post I had no idea that I would find myself back in the sweltering heat of Kansas in July. But here I am. A buddy needed a hand with some things so I said fuck it, bought the ticket and took the ride. Continue reading Tuesday with Dirty: Expiration Dates
I put this up on my other site last week. It’s where things go that I think are a little too fuzzy for DC. But Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Beer of the year
It’s another Memorial day. Three day weekends are fucking badass. If you are one of the less fortunate who have to work today, or you Continue reading Memorial Monday Motivation
Scandinavian Jesus made these stickers a while back that said “Shut up and party”. The pale messiah and I have been friends for a long time and I like to think that he understands my quirkiness better than most. I like that he made those stickers and handed them out by the hundreds. Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Shut up and party.
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I met Charlie some years ago in Ireland. I had just pedaled into the tiny village of Kilfinane for SingleSpeed Worlds and was looking for Continue reading Beers at your place?
We missed each other on Desert Classic trail, about 9:30a this Sunday. You were heading west right before the water tanks. We were drinking beers under Continue reading 9:30am Sunday 2/25, DC at South Mountain, Missed Connection
Hey folks, Reverend Dick here. Yesterday I posted a fucky picture on our instagram account and now the account is removed. I assume the 2 Continue reading The continuing saga of the classic bummer
Every Tuesday I pedal away from the office and treat myself to some BBQ at the joint about a mile down the road. It’s a nice escape from brown bagging it at my desk. Why Tuesdays? The BBQ joint originally lured me in with cheap cider specials and mediocre beans, but I have always had an affinity for Tuesdays. They are the forgotten days. Not a buzz-killing bummer like a Monday and not as optimistic as a “hump day”. It’s like the forgotten middle child of the week. Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Lunch Break