Video dump.
It’s that time again. When all of my internetting finally pays off. It’s video dump time. First up, let’s talk about how much Cupcake hates Continue reading Video dump.
Bikes, butts, and beats.
I don’t listen to much EDM, but what the hell’s not to like about this? Happy Tuesday, saddle up cowgirl! by
US Pro Tour of Colorado Coors Classic Challenge of Cycling
Stage two of the US Pro Tour of Colorado Coors Classic Challenge of Cycling Continue reading US Pro Tour of Colorado Coors Classic Challenge of Cycling
Setting the pace at SSUSA
Single speed, single track, and a single idea. We met by the river, hopped on bikes, and headed to the woods. Distant friends, cold beers, Continue reading Setting the pace at SSUSA
Cyclist Down – Amelie Le Moullac
I’m a touch late on this one, but sad news came out of San Francisco last week. Amelie Le Moullac was riding in the Folsom Continue reading Cyclist Down – Amelie Le Moullac
We are Cat 1 at Partying
Location: Winona, MN Event: Single Speed USA Objective: Fuck shit up Seeing as though my brain is still bathing in booze, it’s taken about two Continue reading We are Cat 1 at Partying
What If
Sometimes, people send us stuff that’s really cool. Earlier today, Sebastian sent us his new film called “What If” – He admits that there’s no vodka and Continue reading What If
The Stoke, It Comes and Goes
I’ve never been one of those guys who can maintain stoke for an entire season. It comes and goes in waves, and sometimes I take Continue reading The Stoke, It Comes and Goes
Why Not?
So a couple of weeks ago (end of June actually) HD and I conspired to wake up early and hit it hard from the back. Continue reading Why Not?
The road to SSUSA
The drunkcyclist road trip to SSUSA Continue reading The road to SSUSA
Fuck Yea Friday!!!
The one and only Scandanavian Jesus sent us this little gem earlier today and if it doesn’t qualify as #fuckyeahfriday material, then I don’t know Continue reading Fuck Yea Friday!!!
Eight years ago.
I had no business doing this kind of racing. Desert heat and a New England boy’s blood don’t mix, but fuck it. I’ll hack it. Continue reading Eight years ago.