Grip the Red Rocket
The snow here in Flagville, USA is almost all gone, though I haven’t ventured far into the woods to see what the trails look like. Continue reading Grip the Red Rocket
Two Wheels. One Dark Lord.
The snow here in Flagville, USA is almost all gone, though I haven’t ventured far into the woods to see what the trails look like. Continue reading Grip the Red Rocket
My wife and I have been in nonstop travel mode since before Thanksgiving, and about an hour ago, I just got home from Vegas and Continue reading I Look Humanity in the Face, and I Blink…
I had the great privilege of reading a book sent to the DC family recently with the request that we review it on the site. Continue reading The First Official DC Book Review
It’s interesting to note the difference between how the authorities react to this sort of thing in Italy, and how they react in the U.S. Continue reading Italian Bikers Down
Hey DC peepulls. Sometimes I am not smart in time to prevent spending money. So here’s how it went down: I went done broke my Continue reading Cranks For You? They Love You Long Time!
It seems mellows have been harshed around here whilst I hopped on the big bird and flew east. Can’t say I care very much, to Continue reading A Good Fight is Never Clean
Yeah, so where have I been? I wrote up a fine post last week, and the red screen of death took it away from me. Continue reading Tunes, Brah.
Just a quick note before work: I’ve sold out of the SHIFT, HIPSTER t-shirts twice, but I’ve got more in. If you’re interested in buying Continue reading Fighting Hipsters With Capitalism
I rode up Snowbowl road last week twice. It was the first time I’d done that in years. What’s the occasion? The Gnome informed me Continue reading The Dead Horse and How Many Kicks I Can Manage
As my friends and ‘constituents’ make the sojourn to the Nevada desert, I am sadly at home missing out on the fun that is Interbike. Continue reading Can You Describe the Ruckus, Sir?
For those of you who have never visited the fine burg that is Flagstaff, Arizona, there is a watering hole/convenience store/refuge for dorky cyclists known Continue reading The Long Haul, the Short Haul, and the White Minivan