Watch the peloton get wicked. When we ride it, you be like “don’t stop, get it get it.” Long time hashtagging: #SMAT #socialmediaadventureteam Continue reading I’m not a player, I just crush a lot
( A BRIEF NOTE about the photo: I couldn’t find the pic I wanted to post of me actually racing a bicycle. It was a Continue reading A Brief Story About Avocados and Lions
What am I on? I’m on my instagram, bustin’ my ass, 6 hours a day. What are YOU on? Oh, shit. I enjoy the Continue reading it’s not about the portrayal
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