It is time to find the time. Ode to a friend.
Today is an important day around here at DC. A couple years ago I wrote a post in honor of our friend Kyle and how his Continue reading
Author Archives: dirty biker
Tuesdays with Dirty: The Beer Century
By definition, I am the furthest thing from an athlete. But when you have any hobby that dominates your life and also involves some form Continue reading
Riding Hurricane Sandy
Before I was an Arizonan, I was a New Yorker. The first 24 years of my life were spent in all corners of that wonderfully diverse Continue reading
Mexico, Friends, and Fatbikes
Last December, myself and a few buddies did a ride from the little resort town of Puerto Peñasco, Mexico back to Arizona. We rode for 5 Continue reading
Just A Friendly Reminder
With all this doping scandal bullshit in the cycling and mainstream media, it is easy to forget that there is a bunch of other really cool stuff Continue reading
Tuesdays with Dirty: Dopey Irony
Normally, on Tuesdays I try to report some bike world happening or ride I have just done. But real life has gotten the better of Continue reading
Happy Saturday
I put this up on our facebook page today and it was instantly shared by a few of my friends. I figured that was a sign that I should Continue reading
It’s about damn time.
Hot off the presses, courtesy of our friends at Voler… the new Drunkcyclist jerseys are finally available! We teamed Snake Hawk up with Voler’s Partnership Program Continue reading
Thoughts from behind the desk
I woke up this morning to the sound of rain bouncing off of my roof. I got up and looked at the weather forecast. The rain was Continue reading
Tuesdays with Dirty: A day on the river
I stumbled upon this quote a while ago that is supposedly from an unknown Chinese philosopher: The mark of a successful man is one that Continue reading
Our Movement is Better
SnakeHawk and myself are rolling around the Big Apple until Wednesday. At one point yesterday, we found ourselves downtown… Our movement is better. by
Summer is finally over…
You know how I know that the blast furnace of a Sonoran desert summer is finally over? Because people are starting to talk about 24 Hours in the Continue reading