Summer is winding down and Cyclocross practice has been in full effect (affect? effect?) in Cincinnati since July. My bike just got painted and rebuilt. Continue reading It’s that time of year.
HOLLA! This is awesome. People are talking. And some are doing. CrossVegas has joined the list of particularly cyclo-cross races moving to narrow the prize Continue reading A step in the right direction
“Dawn Patrol” is a term I picked up a few weeks ago on a surf trip to southern California. It is what my friends used Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Dawn Patrol
My plan was to ride early. If I’m to get out on the bike, that is the only time it’s going to work. It’s hot Continue reading Get out and get some
Sat down to read a pilfered copy of Sports Illustrated this morning, and saw something interesting in the “Go Figure” section, where the fine folks Continue reading One Man’s Trash….
I crossed paths with this guy last year while he was riding a beach cruiser across the country to raise money for his local bike co-op. Continue reading Plan a trip. Take the family
A while back, I was holding down the bar with everybody’s favorite Gnome and he was telling me about all the riding he has been getting Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Singletrack Hunting.
My summer of having no responsibilities, except of riding bikes and enjoying the days and nights is slowly coming to and end. Monday morning brings Continue reading It’s Gotta End Sometime
I entered a trance like mind-space induced by speed Rejoicing I went up residential 23rd and ripped down 24th Eating green lights, speeding for ten Continue reading 42/58 – How I got high yesterday
While Snake gets ready to kill it this weekend, I’ve been pondering some thoughts on women’s racing. Since the shitstorm I created this summer, women’s Continue reading Sad truth about women’s bike racing.
Snake snapped a few pics of me while we were out on the Saturday Shoot Out. I guess no one would believe it happened if Continue reading Leviathan cometh
The High Cascades 100 is in the books, I am sore, tired, cut/scraped up, walking slow, afraid to cough, and still kind of out of Continue reading High Cascades 100