It’s hotter than two rats fuggin in a wool sock down here! It’s times like these I dream about sitting on a beach, Tecate in Continue reading Boats N’ Hoes.
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Yes. I rode today. Go figure. You can ride year round in Phoenix. All summer long. Really. I’m serious. You just have to do it Continue reading The old boy got out for a few hours.
I spent the last few days up in the cool pine trees of Flagstaff, AZ. I ran into Mr. Gnome and we discussed the finer Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: In booze, there is peace.
Maintenance camp’s call sign in 358 FS was “Maintenance One.” and the best part of it was, it was run by an overweight guy that was simply called Goob, a 20 year lifer that did not make it past E5 because of his girth, but this man could run out, take over a launch emergency, and get a jet ready to taxi like nothing you’ve ever seen. Continue reading What is ‘maintenance camp’? Good question.
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Snake wrote about shoes a while back on these storied pages. At least I think he wrote about shoes. All I can find at the Continue reading A tale of two shoes.
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From: Dave B. Subject: More DC Representation in Canada Jonny: Here is more proof that the DC nation is alive and being represented all over. Continue reading Flying the colors.
Race report from Philly: From: 40 Hands Here it goes, based on the picture you may have already viewed, I drug my sorry ass down Continue reading One man’s day at the races
I’ve nothing to add to this picture. All I got was the image forwarded to me by gnome, no text, no nothing. There was, of Continue reading DC at Philadelphia International Cycling Championship.