I’m sitting here on a beautiful Monday night in September thinking about this old yellow page and all it has given me. The doors it opened, the people I’ve met, loves gained and lost…and I wonder if anyone would even give a shit if I started making words again.
I’m still nipples deep in cycling, still ride a singelspeed most of the time and I still have a lot to say. But is it even worth saying anymore? I think so.
I want to talk about the puritanical arm of the Bicycle Industrial Complex that tried to cancel us and how it almost worked. But in reality it just drove us back into the shadows where we are most comfortable. I want to tell stories of bicycle touring misadventures. About the random and amazing people I have met along the way. I want to talk shit (just a little) on how the most efficient form of transportation has become overrun with bells, whistles and gadgetry. I want to share with the unknown readers of these pixels my stories of exploration, discovery, and loss. Since stepping back into the shadows I have fallen even more in love with taking pictures. These days, I’m THAT guy on rides who always has the camera, and my friends are saints for putting up with it. I want to share some of those photos too.
I live in Colorado most of the year now. It’s a big change from the deserts of Arizona that raised me into manhood, shaped my views of the world and calloused my skin. It’s a different drum beat up here in the hills, but it’s an enjoyable song for now. The high desert isn’t far. I could even ride there in a big day if I had to. That gives me great comfort.
A lot has changed in the lives of the authors of this site. We are all a bit older and maybe even a little softer. But that’s probably inevitable. We are still here nonetheless. Still pissed and ready to share. Even typing this out right now, reminds me that it still feels good to spew words into the ether. If it feels good, might as well keep doing it.
Welcome back back to the shit show. I missed y’all. Maybe if I speak up just a little, just maybe, it will make the haters and motherfuckers a little uncomfortable again. That can only be a good thing.
Keep it dirty…by