About 5 months ago, I told the City of Mt. Vernon and the Mayor, Bud Norris, in a very professional, well written letter, that the Continue reading The lone activist tried and failed to get a sign put up for a bike path.
A while back, I was holding down the bar with everybody’s favorite Gnome and he was telling me about all the riding he has been getting Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Singletrack Hunting.
I’m pretty sure at this point I can safely name Todd Wells as a “friend of drunkcyclist” after my time as volunteer-luggage-handler-to-the-stars at Redland’s a Continue reading Todd Wells is no longer in showroom condition
All I’ve got so far is a text message regarding Snake’s finishing place. 21 in my age group 30-39. Then 28th I think overall. And Continue reading Black Jack, con’t
That should read “Es is S.I.S.” Schlaflos im Sattel 2010. (Sleepless in the Saddle) SiS 2010 It was planned as a two-man, nine-hour race. It Continue reading esisssis
My summer of having no responsibilities, except of riding bikes and enjoying the days and nights is slowly coming to and end. Monday morning brings Continue reading It’s Gotta End Sometime
I entered a trance like mind-space induced by speed Rejoicing I went up residential 23rd and ripped down 24th Eating green lights, speeding for ten Continue reading 42/58 – How I got high yesterday
While Snake gets ready to kill it this weekend, I’ve been pondering some thoughts on women’s racing. Since the shitstorm I created this summer, women’s Continue reading Sad truth about women’s bike racing.
This on in from our boy Snake via cell phone. Plate 21 this year. Black Jack. It pays 2 to 1. Get some. by
A very young Marco Pantani in 1989. He would have been all of 19 years old when this was filmed. All class. He simple blows Continue reading Number 6.