Ahhhhh..Summer is upon us. And nothing says summer like going to a lake with your friends and doing stupid shit. Here is how our friends the StOMpaRillAz get down after 18 hours of racing:   That seems like something I will be trying this weekend…  

I am as ready as I will ever be. Are you? It’s not too late to sign up! You know you want to! There are 513 people signed up as of now, so there is still time to get reg’d. I talked Russell from PA (who now lives in Ohio) into signing up, and he’ll Read the full article…

When I was in Ireland last summer, I hung out and drank too much coffee with this guy named Chris. He was down in our fair state of Arizona last week and made this little video for Mountain Flyer of his riding experience in Flagstaff. The desert summer is heating up and I’m about to Read the full article…

So stoked BJ passed the bar, that mofo has been busting his ass for a long damn time to make this happen. Anyways, I thought I’d put something together for him to say fuck yeah. You make me Proud Big Jonny!

There are two endless sources of frustration for those of us who have followed the news for cyclist’s being struck and injured by automobiles. One is the seemingly worthless comments about whether or not the cyclist was wearing a helmet. No matter the manner of injury, the article always seems to address this point. I Read the full article…

As far as I know, I’ve never NOT owned a mountain bike. Even as a kid, I had something with two wheels, knobby tires, and pedals, and I rode that machine off road, even then. I didn’t become “serious” about mountain bikes until I was about twelve years old, but like I said, I always Read the full article…

There isn’t much left to be said about this year’s installment of the Whiskey Off Road that hasn’t already been said. I picked Cupcake up at the airport on Thursday night and we set out on a mission to Prescott. We were armed with nothing but a keg of beer, a couple gallons of whiskey, and Read the full article…

Last winter, a guy named Dan was visiting the coffee shop where I work on a regular basis. He told me lived in Berlin and built bamboo bicycle frames. He showed me his website and we talked about getting some frames to test out. Dan is now in need of some funding in order to Read the full article…

I tell you what, road racing is like eating a can of baked beans and washing it down with a pot of coffee because in both cases, there is a 100% chance of mad skid marks. Take stage 3 of the Giro for example. Watching the stage this morning, you just knew shit was going Read the full article…

The year was 1998. I was 29 years old, a handful of years out of college, and working in a bike shop as a mechanic. The woman who was to become my wife and I lived with our two dogs in a nice little three bedroom ranch house we bought in Tempe, Arizona. I was Read the full article…

The Whiskey came and the Whiskey went, with shots of fine liquor and a dime well spent. It was last year’s event that I first met Dirty, knew at first sight that we’d be flirty. Hell, who wouldn’t be with a guy who gives Jim Beam, after blowing all his steam after that climb so mean? Now Read the full article…

If you haven’t already seen this video, go ahead and watch it. The crash happens at 2:38. Now I could get on here and bash the motorist that struck these bike riders, call him every name in the book and continue the nonstop hostility between driver and cyclist, polarizing the two groups even further, but Read the full article…