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
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 YOU ARE AN ALUMINUMAN!
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’
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 BELGIAN OLYMPIC CYCLIST TOTALLY WASTED
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 Tuesdays with Dirty: The last word on SSUSA
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 The Truer Truth About Alcohol and Cycling
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 DC at the Tour
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 Tuesdays With Dirty: There is No Crying in Cycling
This is looking pretty sweet at 8:30 tonight. Maybe for my next race. —bp. by