Late last summer Dirty, Charlie the Bikemonger, and I made a journey to Iceland to attempt a north-south traverse of the lonely north Atlantic island. Continue reading Dances with Elves – Part One
Back on the scene with my pedal matchine, I&I a gwan fe camp an a wail on a de street all de way to de Continue reading it’s not what you say
Here and now. Kooks will gather for some full moon campout action. A bike ride from here to there, some dirt and some pave, some Continue reading puzzling evidence
The wheel will turn, for better or worse, And it will keep on turning. As suns set and forests dim, Storms call and skies break. Continue reading Turn it will.
Go to Tibet Ride a camel. Read the bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a beard. Circle the world in a paper canoe. Subscribe to The Continue reading Friendly Advice To A Lot Of Young Men
I grew up in a dead mill town called Waterbury, Connecticut. Like that place, throughout my life I have tended to lose more than I Continue reading The Dirty Water
I don’t know his name, just that he’s old and smells like cigars. It doesn’t even register that he’s usually speaking Italian; fuck, everyone speaks Continue reading Rallentare
Early season mud is the only kind out here. My foot sank almost ankle deep and I couldn’t get into my cleats, so I pushed Continue reading Especially in the Mud.
That tree branch hangs just low enough that I can grab onto it when I ride beneath it. Then I can pull myself up and Continue reading Riding Ghosts
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 Tour of the White Mountains Countdown
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 Just a Little Somethin’ To Start Your Mornin’
As the guy who knows how to read over here at Drunkcyclist, I often get books sent to me for reviews; this is the Continue reading DC Book Review: ‘GOLD’ by Chris Cleave