No pictures, no memes, no jokes. What happened today in Boston, and what happens too frequently in this country as well as the entire world Continue reading Boston
Most readers won’t think it’s a big deal, but out of the few races I’ve done, this was by far the flattest. Maybe that helped. Continue reading So I raced and finished…
The Amasa Back area in Moab, UT is stunningly beautiful but has always been a little lacking in the singletrack department. That is, until now. “Captain Ahab” Continue reading A Whale of a Trail
Here we go boys and girls, D2 and self have spent several minutes brainstorming and planning the first www.drunkcyclist.com Denver BikeCrawl. The date is Saturday Continue reading 2013 Denver BikeCrawl
As often happens when friends visit from out of town, I have been on a non-stop riding binge. Three days of pedaling and liver killing Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty…and dan
Fabian Cancellara takes the 2013 edition of the Ronde van Vlaanderen in his signature style. Stomping the competition on the Paterburg climb and soloing to victory. Continue reading 2013 Ronde van Vlaanderen
It’s Friday and I am just finally getting into the groove from the last weekend. It all begain last friday when I had a vital Continue reading Caveman at last weekend- Double Down Hoe Down DH race
I was talking with my buddy Wrighteous up in Chicago the other day. He told me about some gravel race in Michigan that was going to Continue reading Barry Roubaix
Yesterday I was sitting behind a desk, working for The Man, and having random thoughts about bikepacking. When out of nowhere Cupcake pings me with Continue reading E3
Lately, I have been spending a lot of time seeing just what my fat bike can do in the desert and it has been a hoot. Continue reading Wanna go ride bikes?
That tree branch hangs just low enough that I can grab onto it when I ride beneath it. Then I can pull myself up and Continue reading Riding Ghosts
An old man on a bicycle told me the hills would hurt, but going down would be delightful. He told me the rain would sting, Continue reading Old man, look at my bike, it’s a lot like yours was.