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 Gun Club CX Crash DNF
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 Domenic R.I.P.
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 Suspicion & Armstrong go together like peanut butter & toast
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 Tuesdays with Dirty: Old skills, new tools
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 Fear the Mullet
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 Wilfried Nelissen
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 Coughing, puking, that’s CX racin’.
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 BMX weekend
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 Frack me? No, frack you.
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 A bike shop in my basement
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 Andrei Tchmil versus Jo Planckaert
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 Tuesdays with Dirty: By Any Means Necessary