It has been some time since I’ve checked in here. A long while in internet times even. This deserves attention however. There is nothing bourbon Continue reading Jim Beam Red Stag. Do not drink.
Flock together, or so the saying goes… Ricco’s babymomma tests positive for CERA. Shit, that’s soooo 2008! What, was there some juice leftover from ’08 Continue reading Birds of a Feather…
I don’t know who these guys are, but I like their style. Read about them here: ritteracing.com/story. Check out the kick ass looking bike they’re Continue reading The danger of prejudice and the levity of being
About a week back in my life of Second Year Law Student Dumbness, I came home after a final exam in Constitutional Law and popped Continue reading Ik Ben God Niet
The good Dr. Ferrari is still working with professional cyclists. Awesome. Controversial Italian sports doctor Dr Michele Ferrari has revealed he still works with 10 Continue reading Hey hey, my my
First we had the catch. Then we had the apology. Now we have the ban. Williams handed two-year ban by USADA Kenny Williams has been Continue reading Masters. Now with more Dope. Part three.
Appears that Spanish authorities uncovered yet another doping ring and arrested an acquaintance of Dr. Eufemiano Fuentes who was also formerly associated with the Kelme Continue reading The Dope Show
To my friends, clients, competitors and USA Cycling officials, My name is Kenny Williams and I’ve been racing my bike for 20 years. In June Continue reading Masters. Now with more Dope. Part two.
Image by our own Snake Hawk. Just because he could. Download at will. Do as you please. PDF: VDB_posse (right click, save as) Trackback: vdbhasaposse.com. Continue reading VDB has a posse
Not to make light of anything said here in the past day or two, but goddammit if this whole VDB thing isn’t just bugging the Continue reading It just keeps sucking.
babies and hangovers: they go together like jihad and a plane ticket. conceptually, they are best of friends. just ask this dude: i think Continue reading sunday. lick it.
Tomorrow is Mont Ventoux. Pretenders need not apply. I’ll be on my sofa in my underwear hollering something fierce come morning. After I do much Continue reading Ventoux cometh