I started writing this as a comment on Dirty’s post over on facebook where he linked this article: The US government just awarded a $167 Continue reading We are all full of shit.
I have never been a big fan of physical contact with people outside my immediate family. If you come in for a handshake, I’ll probably give you a high 5 or preferably a knuckle pound. I am not a germophobe, I’m just not really into it. Continue reading Smash Hearts
We were only traveling with small backpacks so we acquired some straps and some lengths of rope to tie heavy shit to our handlebars, then set out on our way. Is this bikepacking? Continue reading Cuba. #IsThisBikepacking?
Yeah that’s right, I said Kansas City. Having experienced this event a few years ago, I can confidently say those kids in the middle of the country know how to throw one hell of a bike party. Crazy good trails and a party that could kill a horse. Continue reading Singlespeed Kansas City
Singlespeed Worlds are heading back here to the good old US of A and we will be there. After a few years of trying, including Continue reading Singlespeed Worlds Cometh
Interbike, the annual trade show pilgrimage to the desert where bike dorks from all over gather to party like it’s spring break and maybe do some business. For the 14th time, I was one of those bike dorks pointing it towards the giant patch of light pollution in the desert. Continue reading Alternative Interbike
Yes, I had the whole thing planned: Head down to West By God Virginia thursday morning with a bunch of beer, a couple bottles of Continue reading Dirt Rag DirtFest WV – Interview with Maurice
I’ve been wanting to ride the C&O Canal, Allegheny Pass for a very long time, yet for the last forever it never seemed “Epic” enough Continue reading you only have to believe…
Tomorrow another clown gets their scepter. A mass of constituents will take to the mall to celebrate, while another mass takes to the streets to Continue reading The emperor has always been naked.
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.
As I was living in America, on the very tip of the edge of cutting off a piece of the newest in new, I checked Continue reading the fusion of exultation and degradation sold as youth in tomorrow’s market today
Back on the scene with my pedal matchine, I&I a gwan fe camp an a wail on a de street all de way to de Continue reading it’s not what you say