A riveting tale of tragedy, contemplation, and the acceptance of loss.
A friend, a good ol’ chap here in Madison, goes by Samwhich, eloquently shares his account of what transpired just moments before one of his Continue reading
Category Archives: Drinking
Psychlo-Cross Cometh
Kona loves cyclo-cross. So do we. I made a cameo at last year’s cyclo-cross national championship bicycle riding competition, or See Ex Nats as the cool kids say. Continue reading
Fall Training, The Season of Hatred Cometh
It’s no flash of news that the tentacles of cyberspace squeeze us into an ever increasingly enlightened state of being–we all now exhibit proficiency in Continue reading
YOU ARE AN ALUMINUMAN!
This past weekend, Madison morphed from the laid back and predominantly liberal community it is, to the hyper-competitive and dorked-to-the-max machine that is Ironman. While the Continue reading
Tour of the White Mountains Countdown
When I rid this ride in 2010, I pedaled super hard way back then. It took 7 hours n’ 30 minutes flat, podium for the last five and Continue reading
Just a Little Somethin’ To Start Your Mornin’
Interbike is coming up soon. Here’s a little semi-autobiographical bit I wrote about one Interbike experience I had a few years back. I hadn’t meant Continue reading
BELGIAN OLYMPIC CYCLIST TOTALLY WASTED
Our friend Brad sent us this article today and to put it in plain terms, We Support That. We endorse this type of behavior, especially when Continue reading
Tuesdays with Dirty: The last word on SSUSA
It has been over a week now since the little party in the woods happened up in Stowe, Vermont. My bike still sits in it’s Continue reading
The Truer Truth About Alcohol and Cycling
This article came to my attention last week, it made me think… Dear Josephine Allen, With all do respect madam, you have no fucking idea what you’re talking Continue reading
DC at the Tour
My buddies Wilson and Guz were geeking out the other night re-watching some of this year’s Tour when they sent me a txt: -We might be Continue reading
Tuesdays With Dirty: There is No Crying in Cycling
There is no crying in baseball, and there may be a little crying in figure skating. But it appears there is plenty of crying in cycling and Continue reading
You drinkin’ yet? I am…
This is looking pretty sweet at 8:30 tonight. Maybe for my next race. —bp. by