It’s no flash of news that the tentacles of cyberspace squeeze us into an ever increasingly enlightened state of being–we all now exhibit proficiency in Continue reading Fall Training, The Season of Hatred Cometh
Every Tuesday night in the summer, here in Tempe, there is a little mountain bike race. It’s called Short Track Papago and it has been going Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: 24 minutes is the new 24 hours
1999 Tour de France Stage 9 Sestrières Racing starts @17:05. Prior to that, there are some interviews with Lance and Kristin Armstrong (she was his Continue reading The greatest story ever sold.
This past weekend, Madison morphed from the laid back and predominantly liberal community it is, to the hyper-competitive and dorked-to-the-max machine that is Ironman. While the Continue reading YOU ARE AN ALUMINUMAN!
I went for a ride! Fuckin A! Fu. ckin. A. FukkinA. Fuckin. Yes, fuckin. Eh? When fucking an A… The A has been Continue reading The Sunday Spore with D2: Stuff I Did This Week, An Essay By D2
The Colorado Trail Race, for those that don’t know, is one difficult little ride. Taking riders from Denver to Durango by way of some sweet trails. Continue reading Colorado Trail Race Video
Upon arriving home from a long week at the salt mines I was greeted to a special delivery…the latest jersey offering from Klaus at Cycling Continue reading Special Delivery!
It’s always awful to see these things happen. But during tragic events like this, it brings out the best of the cycling community. Let’s rally Continue reading Biker Down – Mike “Boozer” Brown
Friend of DC Meg Fisher won the silver medal in the 3 km pursuit at the London Paralympics. Badass Female indeed. Follow the link to Continue reading Meg Fisher looks good with silver
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Sitting here at my desk on this crisp Friday morning feeling less than adequate with my new look, and in deep thought I ponder the Continue reading Does my fat-bike give me beard?
I have a buddy named Paris Gore, he’s a young photog that is coming into the biz swinging hard and shooting people between the eyes. Continue reading My lil buddy Paris… he’s a sharpshooter.