Bullshit You Don’t Need For The Holidays
A couple years ago I wrote a post about crap you don’t need for the holidays and well, it’s that goofy time of year again Continue reading
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frozen in time
Which came first: the plan or the action? No one knows the answer. Plans get hatched, and actions…are. By the time Always-local-someplace-Yocu_ and I settled Continue reading
Let’s Make a Beer Map
Magazines, websites, blogs, etc always seem to be coming out with lists of “best outdoor beers” or “top 10 beers you need to try this Continue reading
If it was easy, everyone would be doing it
Before I moved to this big, flat, paved urban landscape and spent hours a day behind a desk, I wrenched at a shop in Cleveland Continue reading
puzzling evidence
Here and now. Kooks will gather for some full moon campout action. A bike ride from here to there, some dirt and some pave, some Continue reading
Transition…between bikes and beer.
Some get it, some don’t…but those who do are probably happier and more fun to hang out with. It certainly would be swell to ride Continue reading
whiskey is my yoga
For a little over a year, the DC crew has been using the expression “whiskey is my yoga”. We made a small run of stickers Continue reading
Trying to Keep Outside Honest
I’ve always dug what Outside pumps out both in print and on the web. I subscribe to the magazine, and their webpage is part of my Continue reading
Crawling Out of the Toilet
Let me start by saying I would slather my balls all over this bike, then shred the everloving shit out of it with what the Continue reading
spectral illusions of
There are rotational changes being made all around you. In every bike’s period of operativity, there will be the different configurations. These are just natural Continue reading
Wisecracker, DC and Ride for Reading
But as we all know, money talks. So we teamed up with our friends at Wisecracker to raise some funds for our favorite bike charity, Ride for Reading. Continue reading