Toying with the idea of selling the Landshark. (no I’m not) busted my winter wheel, time to clean her up and put the GOOD wheels on ‘er. (…to have and to hold) take the glamour shots in departing sunlight (the frame doesn’t fit) and degrade this legendary bicycle with a Seattle craigslist post.

Got this one from the TNR homies and for most the long distance off-road riders here in the state, the AZT is the holy grail of off road routes.
Dale Shewalter, the founder of the Arizona Trail and guiding spirit for the Arizona Trail Association, died on Sunday, January 10.  After a many year fight against [...]

Remember kids. All Underground is local.

70 strong @ 7a.

The windswept smoke from controlled burns soon gave way to sycamore canyon.

And things became blurred.

GM rolls the bridge over the Verde. 70 miles down. 11 miles to go. The worst, not yet known.

The ascent to Jerome was proverbial hell. Everyone experienced their personal demons walking and riding [...]

image: isteroids.com
Ever repentant Kohl discusses the horror of living a double life as a doper: 

Interviewed in the Swiss newspaper nzz.ch, the Austrian said that not 100 percent of the peloton doped. “There are a few riders who are clean, that may well be – but it’s not very many.”
“You have your good friends in the [...]

It’s 6:10 in the PM the day after. My hangover weighs a ton and by the end of it all, EK donned the Thong.

Ultimately, nobody cared about the course marker issue after the fact. At least not here. It was what it was, which was stupid… all the way around. Personally, it was a very [...]

BGR got his version of Bloody Hell up on the picasa interwebz, then said we need to get some of these for the next effort because all those hills were gay. Here’s a sweet vid of me crossing fyord’n the Derde. Shit was cold…
I should also note that the river was only 2 feet deep:

These [...]

The Phoenix Endurance Experience. The perfect ride for mid December base, but you have to be into the ride for the ride. It wasn’t some huck fest of ultimate cockness. No sweet skidding. But, there were some natural barriers so by definition, it was proper monster cross. Specifically, it was an 80ish mile tour around [...]

Two nights. Three days. Flagstaff to the Verde hot Springs and out via Camp Verde. About 200 miles in all. About half dirt. An unknown shit-ton of climbing. Proper Monster Cross.
After a lazy start in Flag, I arrived in Strawberry 6 hours later at dusk, not ready to be done. I grabbed a coffee and [...]