Gun Club CX Crash DNF
Last Tuesday, the coughing and hacking continued, all night long according to Dominic. My DR called in 5 days of Prednisone for the inflammation. By Continue reading
Domenic R.I.P.
The one and only Domenic Malvestuto. In Arizona, he was known by one name alone. And that was Domenic. He was born in 1943. His Continue reading
Suspicion & Armstrong go together like peanut butter & toast
I read this on the Velonews comment section back in February and thought it was worth sharing… Hey, I’ve been busy! From 1996 to 2005, Continue reading
Tuesdays with Dirty: Old skills, new tools
Yesterday I made my triumphant return to bike shop employment. Just one day a week, part time during the peak season. That’s right, while most of the country is Continue reading
Fear the Mullet
I wasn’t able to make it track nationals, but someone did share this gem with me. Looks like there some serious action in LA last Continue reading
Wilfried Nelissen
This image would have been taken around 1990 or 1991. Just look at that sneer. I can’t imagine the man was much afraid of anything. Continue reading
Coughing, puking, that’s CX racin’.
Today I headed up to Yellowsprings Ohio (Dave Chappelle lives there!) for an OVCX race at John Bryan State Park. I was feeling better after Continue reading
BMX weekend
I was cruising around over at hellingham and saw this picture. Since there was some question as to the legality of young lady in the Continue reading
Frack me? No, frack you.
For all you Keystone State folks out there. From: AK Subject: Court allows Fracking in National Forests. I am passing this on because it is Continue reading
A bike shop in my basement
Dominic cleaned up his bike shop yesterday and I was stoked to come home from work and see it. I thought I’d share it with Continue reading
Andrei Tchmil versus Jo Planckaert
I can’t understand a word of it. But, you don’t really have to. Tchmil was hard as nails. First he takes a swing at Planckaert. Continue reading
Tuesdays with Dirty: By Any Means Necessary
People have told me recently that I spend too much time alone. Riding around for days on end with nothing but my sleeping bag and Continue reading