I had lost a small amount of sleep to the formation of a strategy. I needed to tell my dad how I don’t want to Continue reading It’s (more) about the bike.
I was in Bozeman, Montana from Tuesday to Sunday of last week for a wedding. While my girlfriend was taking care of maid of honor Continue reading Back in the saddle in Montana
The first week of the France group ride is over. As expected, there were lots of crashes, broken bones, shredded flesh and tarnished souls. No Continue reading Grim Garmin, Sexy Sky
A while back, the vagrants at Nashville Bicycle Lounge sent me the preliminary design of their new jersey to see what I thought. The man in charge asked Continue reading Nashville Bicycle Lounge and DC
Dirty and I felt meme’y after today’s stage win by the Tourminator… Kris Boeckmanns breaks his chain, Sagan rings his bell. Greipel blows a gasket, and the Continue reading B is for Baller (and Bells)
I haven’t posted here in awhile, and for that, I’m pretty sorry. Of course, I roll in today with some bad news. Another one of Continue reading Cyclist Down…
I’ve been back east, staying in the house I grew up in, with my family this week. We flew in on Saturday. On Sunday we Continue reading It was the Fourth of July
The Cascade Cream Puff 100 was last weekend and Mike Gaertner out of CDA, Id. won the damn thing- I am totally pumped for him- Continue reading Mike Gaertner stepped up to the Cascade Cream Puff 100
First and foremost, happy fucking Independence Day America! Go do what you do best you self-ruling crazy sons’ of betches. Anyways, by now, you’ve probably Continue reading 4th of July Bike Update
Every year, about this time, the Tour de France sucks me in with all its soap opera drama and excitement. Coincidentally this time every year Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Night Stage
I have no idea what Fabian Cancellara is doing in this image. When you’re a straight baller & splashed out in yellow like a boss, Continue reading Tour, drugs, life.
This is looking pretty sweet at 8:30 tonight. Maybe for my next race. —bp. by