I enjoy reading books immensely, but it seems like I haven’t really been doing it enough recently. Between the trials and tribulations everyday life and Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Bookmarks
Caveman posted this video two years ago as he prepared for the Strava Offensive. Watching it now, it couldn’t be more relevant. And they say we don’t Continue reading This is where it all started
Brendan Fairclough’s winning run at Down Hill Taxco 2012. Results and more vids: http://dirt.mpora.com/news/brendan-fairclough-wins-taxco-downhill-2012.html. (Scroll down for the wall ride from Chris Van Dine. Insane.) Continue reading Friday Get Stoked
There’s been some heat lately between us here at DC and the dudes over at STRAVA. It’s all good fun at the end of the Continue reading STRAVA: System That Records All Vain Activity
This weekend I went down to Tucson for a little fat bike gathering (report soon to follow) and ran into a lot of friends of Continue reading Caption This
First, an important announcement: In the near future, Drunkcyclist.com will go down for a few hours. No, Caveman will not be hanging the site from Continue reading It All Started With Uncle Phil.
This last summer I bought into Strava to see what the whole thing was about. I ended up in 2 months putting 1100 miles of Continue reading Strava Terrorism…
Well shit, seems like it has been a long time since I put down some Cavelogic so this is what I did today on this Continue reading Hi guys, it’s Caveman.
Disclaimer: Following the break is an essay, which by DC standards, is quite wordy. Beyond the break there are no more pictures, videos, multi-media slide Continue reading The Eleraphant in the Roome.
Today is an important day around here at DC. A couple years ago I wrote a post in honor of our friend Kyle and how his Continue reading It is time to find the time. Ode to a friend.
By definition, I am the furthest thing from an athlete. But when you have any hobby that dominates your life and also involves some form Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: The Beer Century
Before I was an Arizonan, I was a New Yorker. The first 24 years of my life were spent in all corners of that wonderfully diverse Continue reading Riding Hurricane Sandy