Singlespeed Worlds Cometh
Singlespeed Worlds are heading back here to the good old US of A and we will be there. After a few years of trying, including Continue reading Singlespeed Worlds Cometh
Tuesday with Dirty: Expiration Dates
When I wrote my last post I had no idea that I would find myself back in the sweltering heat of Kansas in July. But here I am. A buddy needed a hand with some things so I said fuck it, bought the ticket and took the ride. Continue reading Tuesday with Dirty: Expiration Dates
Tuesdays with Dirty: Beer of the year
I put this up on my other site last week. It’s where things go that I think are a little too fuzzy for DC. But Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Beer of the year
Memorial Monday Motivation
It’s another Memorial day. Three day weekends are fucking badass. If you are one of the less fortunate who have to work today, or you Continue reading Memorial Monday Motivation
Tuesdays with Dirty: Shut up and party.
Scandinavian Jesus made these stickers a while back that said “Shut up and party”. The pale messiah and I have been friends for a long time and I like to think that he understands my quirkiness better than most. I like that he made those stickers and handed them out by the hundreds. Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Shut up and party.
Giro d’ Italia Highlight
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Beers at your place?
I met Charlie some years ago in Ireland. I had just pedaled into the tiny village of Kilfinane for SingleSpeed Worlds and was looking for Continue reading Beers at your place?
9:30am Sunday 2/25, DC at South Mountain, Missed Connection
We missed each other on Desert Classic trail, about 9:30a this Sunday. You were heading west right before the water tanks. We were drinking beers under Continue reading 9:30am Sunday 2/25, DC at South Mountain, Missed Connection
The continuing saga of the classic bummer
Hey folks, Reverend Dick here. Yesterday I posted a fucky picture on our instagram account and now the account is removed. I assume the 2 Continue reading The continuing saga of the classic bummer
Tuesdays with Dirty: Lunch Break
Every Tuesday I pedal away from the office and treat myself to some BBQ at the joint about a mile down the road. It’s a nice escape from brown bagging it at my desk. Why Tuesdays? The BBQ joint originally lured me in with cheap cider specials and mediocre beans, but I have always had an affinity for Tuesdays. They are the forgotten days. Not a buzz-killing bummer like a Monday and not as optimistic as a “hump day”. It’s like the forgotten middle child of the week. Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Lunch Break
Beer Century VI ~ Early Bird Gets the Stool
I used to believe that being the first patron into the Yucca Tap Room was physically impossible. Something you’d hear about on Sagan’s Cosmos. A break Continue reading Beer Century VI ~ Early Bird Gets the Stool
Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupation of men engaged in rash undertakings.
You’d think that, by now, I’d be good at this. Packing some stuff on my bicycle and riding into the sunset for a few days Continue reading Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupation of men engaged in rash undertakings.