I want to be up front and say that I really like racing cyclocross. There is something super fun about a crit on grass and turning yourself Continue reading Handups Are Not A Crime
I’m long overdue for a post and can’t quite seem to find the time to type up some stories. Hopefully I’ll carve out some time, Continue reading Sea of Rock
I enjoy reading books immensely, but it seems like I haven’t really been doing it enough recently. Between the trials and tribulations everyday life and Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Bookmarks
Brendan Fairclough’s winning run at Down Hill Taxco 2012. Results and more vids: http://dirt.mpora.com/news/brendan-fairclough-wins-taxco-downhill-2012.html. (Scroll down for the wall ride from Chris Van Dine. Insane.) Continue reading Friday Get Stoked
This weekend I went down to Tucson for a little fat bike gathering (report soon to follow) and ran into a lot of friends of Continue reading Caption This
First, an important announcement: In the near future, Drunkcyclist.com will go down for a few hours. No, Caveman will not be hanging the site from Continue reading It All Started With Uncle Phil.
This last summer I bought into Strava to see what the whole thing was about. I ended up in 2 months putting 1100 miles of Continue reading Strava Terrorism…
Well shit, seems like it has been a long time since I put down some Cavelogic so this is what I did today on this Continue reading Hi guys, it’s Caveman.
Disclaimer: Following the break is an essay, which by DC standards, is quite wordy. Beyond the break there are no more pictures, videos, multi-media slide Continue reading The Eleraphant in the Roome.
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 It is time to find the time. Ode to a friend.
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 Tuesdays with Dirty: The Beer Century
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 Riding Hurricane Sandy