One time out on the road, a few years ago, when I actually rode a bike more than once every two weeks (yeah, it’s that Continue reading Eight the hard way
Two years. One million beers. Today is my death day. It was two years ago that I woke up in the hospital. With a wife Continue reading Death Day
Gnome’s post sure got a lot of Flagstaff attention lately, especially from people not usually associated with Drunkcyclist. It was clear from the moment i Continue reading Trail Redux: how to quiet dissent
Mid week hump for my first week with no job. And I ain’t complaining. From where I’m sitting, shit is tight. The Tour kicks off Continue reading When Wednesday feels like Sunday
All I keep hearing is Terrorist this and Terrorist that. Anyone we don’t like, apparently, can and should be labeled a “Terrorist”. And, then, we Continue reading Terror
When…when…when the fuck will we finally get past all this bullshit? I mean fucking REALLY? Johnny Telvor was not happy about Barack Obama becoming the Continue reading Jesus fucking hillbilly christ.
During one of many family laden dinners this week, my sister in law, who home schools her two children, voiced her alarm and concern regarding Continue reading Home school is as home school does
Tonight we’re going with the Daiquiri. Why? Because I have all the ingredients and I need a drink. The Daiquiri is thought to have been Continue reading As the world turns…
jaun grande and i were sitting around over at drunk-cyclist HQ when we heard the familiar sound of the postman. we looked at each other Continue reading citrawipe. from heaven or hell?
Snowing like all hell again in Flagstaff, Arizona. File this under “the view from my window”: Big Jonny declined excitement. File this under “fucking up Continue reading Friday is as Friday does
Billy Penn is a fat quaker bastard. For real. Fuck him. Philly now pegged at one hundred seasons and zero championships. Since 1983. Shoot me. Continue reading Yeah whatever humpday post