Another day, another dollar. A day late, and a dollar short. How to you hope to rectify this apparent contradiction in lifestyle, theme and delivery? I don’t. Pass the bottle. I’ve been asked lately, “What is drunkcyclist.com?” I haven’t an answer. At least not one that fits neatly into a seven word sentence. Or, less [...]

… if you are a racist, you are probably a Republican. I must include a hat tip to Scarborough on his prompt, clear and unequivocal condemnation of Audra Shay. He did say the Party should “relieve her of her responsibilities” at once. I’m glad he’s not too far gone to see that. Here is another [...]

You know you’ve been in Phoenix for the summer when you see 96 degrees on the thermometer and say to yourself, oh, it cooling off today, I’ll go for a ride. In case you’re wondering (and I’m sure that you are) it topped out at 115 yesterday and the day before. Super fun good times. [...]

Tomorrow is Mont Ventoux. Pretenders need not apply. I’ll be on my sofa in my underwear hollering something fierce come morning. After I do much the same all night. Because it’s Friday and I’m struggling with my midlife crisis. And by “midlife crisis” I mean “thought I’d try law school”. I’m a lot of things. [...]

I am rocking the Keystone State. Got in late Saturday and have been going like a bat out of hell since. In pretty close to the order of occurrence I ate four (4) soft pretzels, a cheese steak (wid peppers & onions), hit a day trip to the shore (the water a brisk 68 degrees), [...]

The Cascade Cream Puff hits off this weekend. I’ll be now where near it, as per usual. But a few folks I know will be right in the mix. My man KNob is doing it for the tenth time. That’s right – he never learns. And, interestingly enough, my man Yod told me recently his [...]

When we were in high school, the cops would run us up out of anywhere we parked long enough to say hello. One place someone figured out we could sit around and not be bothered was a graveyard. I never found it so much spooky as just plain dumb. Sitting around on the grass watching [...]

Ah, the Tour. At last I can sit on my ass and watch tv like a proper American! Fuck baseball nine ways till next Tuesday, cycling is the sport! Ok. Might have just pissed off a few folks there with that one. Just call me Robert Ford. From: Chris D. Is it me or does [...]

I did not ride a bike today. Nor did I ride one yesterday. I may not even ride one tomorrow. I feel like river dancing. A couple of image laden emails came my way these last few days. I hope you enjoy them as much as I have. From: Case Flakeman A beautiful word, in [...]

Weblogs are like fixed gear bikes. And fixed gear bikes are like weblogs. It used to be that to have either, it took some work. You had to code html in something like notepad and upload it. Everything was code. It took an awfully long time. And it usually came out looking like shit. Now [...]

I get the weirdest email. All the “wanna bigger penis?” ones plus “pain meds!” and the like. Some offer no text other than the nonsense that hopes to clear the spam filter. Some make it through. Some don’t. Some are simply shared as I know not else to do with them. From: Kerri T. Subject: [...]

I don’t really care what you’re thinking. This band kicks ass. One of the hallmarks has always been “how do they sound live”? Well, these cats tear the lid off it. Bloc Party – Like Eating Glass I think I’m now officially gay. Not that there is anything wrong with that… Whatever. From: Chris R. [...]