I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, USA Cycling is fucking bullshit and you don’t need them. Our friend Barry tells the same Continue reading Everybody 1, 2, 3, “Fuck USAC!”
2013 Grand Junction Off-Road Presented by U.S. Bank EXTRA EXTRA READ ALL ABOUT IT! Who’s ready to let their junk fly in Grand Junction? Epic Continue reading Epic Rides’ New Event – $20k Purse
Here in Wisconsin, and other bitterly cold regions of the world, it’s getting to that point in winter where we begin asking ourselves questions like, Continue reading Operación Grande Pesce
Some people look to 24 hour racing for the personal challenge, some to play on a team, and others just want to enjoy the event Continue reading 24 Hours In The Old Pueblo: Long Loops, Big Smiles
You might remember the pre-24 Hour stoke post from 3am when I couldn’t unglue my eyes from the Bitchy Tutorial from Officine Sfera. Don’t judge Continue reading Humpday Magic
So I woke up 2 hours before my alarm, it’s 3:00am. Trying to figure out if I have the pre flight gitters, or just excited Continue reading Old Pueblo Old Pueblo, How I Long Thee.
We started giving you guys ideas for the weekend with “FUCK YEA FRIDAYS!!!” and it seems to be working. And we thought compiling all of Continue reading FUCK YEA FRIDAY!!!
I hear this a lot, about how life is a process. Yes, sure I get it. We are born, we grow some feet, gain a Continue reading “Life, it’s a process.”
They say there’s more white stuff heading towards the middle states this week, so here’s some stoke to get you through humpday, and put a Continue reading How it’s done.
Samwhich is the most professional drunkcyclist in the Madison peloton. The kid rides hard and boozes harder. “PBR? No thanks, I’ll drink 2 bottles of Continue reading Samwhich Emerges #cxnats
Well it’s Saturday, just sitting here, slugging away at this coffee with a mild hangover (fuck you Lance), and the only thing to do is Continue reading Stuff Saturday
I came into work this morning to the deathly silence of an office on vacation. The spirit-killing noise of tired eyes slurping coffee, frantic fingers Continue reading A Note From December 31