It is no secret around here that I enjoy a little bike touring. Sometimes it is on the road but most of the time it’s Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Borderland Education
Sometimes you just gotta say fuckit and build a giant rope swing Continue reading Sometimes you just gotta say fuckit
Well, it’s Monday. The kick in the junk that ends every great weekend. I am here to help you kill some time with a bunch of links that I have been collecting. You’re welcome. Continue reading Monday Link Dump
As Cupcake so eloquently pointed out a few days ago, it is a holiday weekend around these parts. No, we aren’t talking about George Washington. Continue reading Here we go again!
Sometimes fun stings, and sometimes you wake up on your living room floor with no pants on, clutching a gallon of water with a new tattoo your side. Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Sometimes fun stings
Today was one of those annoying days where I was too busy with random grown-up stuff and all I wanted to do was ride my Continue reading Like One Big Family
Snow, Sun, and Saloons. From Prescott to Crown King and beyond Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Snow, Sun, and Saloons Tour
Sundays usually mean slow mornings and long rides, and today was no exception. It has been raining in the desert and the trails were so Continue reading Breakfast. It’s what’s for dinner.
Some of the forgotten pictures from Dirty’s 2012 Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: A year in pictures
Our own human baked good, Cupcake, is out at Cyclocross Nationals this weekend in Verona, WI. Which just so happens to be a short ride from his house, so he felt the need to represent DC a little more than normal. He said he was going to text me updates throughout the day, but we lost radio contact around 3pm. I had a feeling that might happen. Continue reading Report from the front line
A couple weeks ago I started to tell you about my little road trip across Texas. Then the holidays happend and I sort of forgot Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Last road trip of the year (part 2)
in the same vein as Pistil Pete checkin in from the road or Paul doing something badass, I asked dan to hit us with a guests posts every once in a while. His first installment came in an email titled “it ain’t titties” with a little note attached: Continue reading “it ain’t titties”