I took a little point and shoot 35mm film camera on the ride with me and recently I revisited the photos. I didn’t care much for them when I first got back so I just put them in a stack with all the other mediocre photos. But looking back at them now, they evoke so many great memories. I feel these images, in all their grainy imperfection, really capture the vast emptiness of the highlands and some of the dramatic beauty of the Icelandic landscape. Continue reading Analog Iceland
I have developed a soft spot for Sotol over the years and West Texas/Chihuahua is the place to find it. In all its peppery, smokey gut rotting goodness. I love every drop. Continue reading The booze don’t care.
Seriously though, it’s not like the fucking world is coming to an end. Well for a bit I thought it was, but that was before Continue reading Good doin’ in a time of no good.
What the hell just happened? I blinked and another year has gone by. It’s November again and that means it’s time for us to lift Continue reading Happy Drunkcyclist Day! – Time to Find the Time.
I was at the grocery store today because Sunday reasons and while standing in line to pay money for items I wanted to purchase, a sweet Continue reading Rectum, damn near killed ’em.
“One final paragraph of advice: do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am – a reluctant enthusiast…a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic… Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Outlive the Bastards
…and it got me thinking. Shit happens. You’re living the dream, bombing a downhill in the big ring. Wind at your back with a setting sun, pure Continue reading Left Hell for Coffee Filters
Plans were made the night before, at the movies in the park. The movies weren’t very good but the sour beers were on special. I tried to drink the movies entertaining but it didn’t work. No big deal, the sour beers were on special. Continue reading Hair of the Trail Dog
I went for a ride and I found all these Pokémons: Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Pokémon Hunting
The topic of racing can bring about a lot of varied opinions. Training, pacing, fuel, start waves, neutral aid stations, compassion socks, etc. Something about pinning Continue reading 24 Hours of Enchantment
After finding myself with a barn to work in and needing a new work bench for said barn, with the fact I have built a Continue reading How to build a kickass workbench
To me, it is a simple answer. A cyclist is a person who rides a bicycle. But somewhere along the way we have lost sight of this simplicity and started breaking into different tribes. Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: On Being a Cyclist