A Drunkcyclist frequent and ambassador of the lifestyle, goes by Bigworm, made us all damn proud at the Whiskey Off-Road this year. He won the Continue reading Adventures With a Whiskey Baby
A while back, we got some static because Caveman took out his aggression on some nutrition with a shotgun. Now, I like blowing stuff up Continue reading The Drunkcyclist Shotgun Challenge
Some people look to 24 hour racing for the personal challenge, some to play on a team, and others just want to enjoy the event Continue reading 24 Hours In The Old Pueblo: Long Loops, Big Smiles
Sometimes fun stings, and sometimes you wake up on your living room floor with no pants on, clutching a gallon of water with a new tattoo your side. Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Sometimes fun stings
Yes. This is going to hurt. We all know what’s coming. There is no secret about it. There will be revelations. There will be an Continue reading The Oprah Winfrey Lance Armstrong interview drinking game
Our own human baked good, Cupcake, is out at Cyclocross Nationals this weekend in Verona, WI. Which just so happens to be a short ride from his house, so he felt the need to represent DC a little more than normal. He said he was going to text me updates throughout the day, but we lost radio contact around 3pm. I had a feeling that might happen. Continue reading Report from the front line
I came into work this morning to the deathly silence of an office on vacation. The spirit-killing noise of tired eyes slurping coffee, frantic fingers Continue reading A Note From December 31
It’s now 1pm, the morning after. I’m shaking off last night and kitting up for a little ride on the skinny tire bike. I just Continue reading Happy New Year!
I’ve done some shit in my life. I would seriously never consider this. I’d sure as hell be there to drink-n-heckle though. -bp. by
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 A riveting tale of tragedy, contemplation, and the acceptance of loss.
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 Psychlo-Cross 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 Fall Training, The Season of Hatred Cometh