Happy Drunkcyclist Day! – Time to Find the Time.

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What the hell just happened? I blinked and another year has gone by. It’s November again and that means it’s time for us to lift a glass (or 10) to our fallen friend and original Drunkcyclist, Kyle. I have been putting up the same post, on this date, for a while and I don’t intend on stopping any time soon. But I have I have been thinking about what I’m going to say this year that hasn’t already been said? I sit and think. I ride and think. I stand in the middle of my living room like a crazy person thinking…about why this is such a big deal to me. You see, I feel it is really important to remember and honor the people who have impacted our lives. I’m not big on ceremonies, cemeteries or phallic monuments, all that stuff seems a bit selfish and absurd. But I do appreciate a funny story or a fond memory of a lesson learned.

I have had the opportunity to meet a ton of you over the course of my travels, and every once and a while this post will come up in conversation. It makes me smile to hear someone I just met say “I never met your buddy, but he must have been a hell of a guy.” Damn right. I usually try to respond by saying that I bet they have somebody just like that in their life. Try not to forget about them.

A lot has changed over the past 12 years in the drunkcyclist family. Kids have been born, beards have gone grey riding styles have changed. I feel it’s time for this memorial to evolve as much as we have. This is a day to remember all the badasses who have come in and out of our lives. The people who embodied the drunkcyclist spirit and left you changed. Kyle was the original drunkcyclist badass who would show up to hammer and get hammered, and a smile on his face. So, in honor of our friend and genuine Drunkcyclist badasses everywhere:

I now officially declare November 7th as Drunkcyclist Day!

Think of it as one part Mardi Gras, one part Running of the Bulls and just a dash of Memorial Day. It’s a simple holiday without a lot of rules. There will be bikes and there will be beers (or whatever your beverage of choice is). Maybe even tell the people around you that they matter and that they make a difference. I know life is busy and it’s Monday. But it doesn’t take more than a half hour to sprint down to the park and sip a beer on the swing set. If you have more time, rally the crew and get after it. Cheers!

I’ll leave you with the original tribute from years ago…. Happy Drunkcyclist Day! 



When I meet people from the DC family out on the trail, the one question I get the most is “How do you know Big Jonny and how did you end up writing for the site?”. I am reminded of the story around this time every year, and today seems like the best day to share it.

I always try to adhere to two rules when writing a post. No politics and nothing too heavy. I am going to have to make an exception here and get a little serious.

I have known Jonny for about twelve years now. Before that, I was just a fan of the site and only knew of BJ through our fantastic bike community here in Arizona. But I never really hung out with the guy. It isn’t hard to keep tract of the years we have known each other.

Twelve years ago our friend died.

His name was Kyle, and if you have been reading this site for a while you may have stumbled across his name. We were only close acquaintances and riding buddies at best. I had never met his family, knew his birthday or any of the things close friends know. But the conversations we had and the rides we shared make me proud to call him a friend. He was an original member of the Drunkcyclist crew, and he was a hell of a guy.

When he passed, you could feel the sadness move through our cycling community like a tidal wave. We were grieving and we were going to handle it the only way we knew how. Ride and drink. The call went out over this web site and via word of mouth that there was going to be a memorial gathering. Leave whenever you want, ride whatever you want. Just get to the top of South Mountain. I met up with Jonny and a small group of like minded vagrants at the trailhead and we rode the National trail up the hill. We told stories of our friend and we talked about his favorite trail that we just happen to be riding on. It was never discussed but it seemed like we were all riding at a parade pace, a slow march in memorial to our fallen friend. It was one of the most memorable rides of my life.

When we reached Dobbin’s Lookout it was an amazing sight to be seen. There were people convening from everywhere. Mountain bikers coming up trails, roadies coming up the road, and non riders in their cars. I liken it to when you see one ant on the sidewalk then your eyes focus and you notice that there are now 50 ants. People were coming from all different directions as if they were materializing out of the desert.

Waiting for us at the top was Kyle’s family, a minister, and a keg of beer. The family said some words and the minister facilitated some amazing story telling. We shared stories for who knows how long. We laughed about our friend’s shenanigans and grown men cried. As I looked around at all these people that came here to pay homage to their friend, there was one common theme. He was just a really nice guy who would do anything for his friends. My thoughts turned to my own impact in this world. How many people would show up if I died tomorrow? Would anybody say these amazing things about me?

At that time, I was a broke, angry, and out of shape loser settling into my position under the bell curve of society. I was living beyond my means and talking shit like it was my job. In short, I wasn’t a very nice person.
This moment was a tipping point in my life. That evening, as I sat on a rock overlooking the city, everything changed. It may sound over simplified and cliche, but that day I vowed two things. To live my dreams every day and to just be a nice person.

Fortunately, I have kept in touch with Jonny over the years and it has eventually brought me here to you guys. If you have a DC jersey you will notice a name and some dates on the back. This has been the story of that man. If you are in ever in Phoenix and find yourself riding up South Mountain road, look for the little memorial across from the ranger station. Stop and pour a little water out for the cactus that’s there. I do it every time.

Our friend was only around for a short while but his impact will be felt for a lifetime. Make time today to go ride, to think about your friends, and to appreciate life.

Thanks for the life lessons, brother. See you at the end of my ride.






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I am a fan of singletrack, singlespeeds, single women and single malt. Currently in Carbondale, CO Follow on Instagram @dirty_biker

13 Replies to “Happy Drunkcyclist Day! – Time to Find the Time.”

  1. That brought a tear or two to my eye Dirty. I’m rallying my posse right now to ride in tribute here in Jacsonviille, Oregon.
    I need to offer my apologies for my comment on your last post. I was to hungover to get the point of it.

  2. I have followed drunkcyclist for over 10 years. I have had some major changes in my life since I first saw this site. Its hard to see someone go that you hold close; even harder when you realize how close they were to you. Thank you for sharing.

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  4. Will do a ride this weekend dedicated to this.

    Thanks Dirty, appreciate you reminding us to what actually matters

  5. This is a very interesting web page and I have enjoyed reading many of the articles and posts contained on the website, keep up the good work and hope to read some more interesting content in the future. Absolutely this article is incredible. And it is so beautiful.

  6. Sure as hell doesnt seem like 12 yes ago. Not sure which was bigger, his balls or his heart. Kid could motor a 40+ lb dh rig up National, laid up his own carbon frame using the ht/bb/st/drops from frames he chopped, and took us new to Phx mtbers in as roommates and taught us the trails. He was one of a kind.