First ride big smile
I was off work today so unfortunately I wasn’t sticking it to the man, but it was a good ride none the less. After feeling Continue reading First ride big smile
Two Wheels. One Dark Lord.
I was off work today so unfortunately I wasn’t sticking it to the man, but it was a good ride none the less. After feeling Continue reading First ride big smile
I had gone all in at that point when JHK toed the line 80 spots ahead of my lottery winning. By “all in,” I mean Continue reading JHK’s National Collegiate Title Win of 1999 or maybe 1998
Another year, another celebration of bikes and friends, past and present. I spent a long day on the bike yesterday thinking about what I was Continue reading Drunkcyclist Day 2025
I am fresh off a 10 day ride on the Arizona Trail and the whole time I was riding (and pushing my bike) I was Continue reading Finding the Point
I’m trying to make.this a semi regular thing… So here is what has been pumping through my headphones lately. Coast Contra – I noticed them Continue reading Flavor in Your Ear #2
Did you ever see The Doors movie? There is that creepy scene where Jim meets Andy Warhol. Andy has a gold phone and says he Continue reading A Conversation About Nothing
You need to have a posse. Some form of community. A third place to frequent. Somewhere to venture beyond home and work. The standing coffee Continue reading Midnight at the Oasis
Singlespeed USA is a party celebrating everything singlespeed. Organizational duties get passed around to different folks and it happens in a different location every year. Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: I went to Singlespeed USA and all I got was everything.
Whole heartedly, it’s not what it once was. Even pre 9/11 it was tracked out by 4 wheelers yet it was still narrow and vulnerable Continue reading Email to John Schilling regarding Camino del Diablo in 2018
It’s the most wonderful day of the year! Well, really it’s just like any other day for people like us. A day we carve out Continue reading Happy Drunkcyclist Day!
Thursday. suddenly it is 9am PST and I’m at the airport sucking on the first bloody mary of the day to curb the previous evening’s Continue reading Let’s Party
It’s as if at a youthful and vulnerable age one will latch onto the meaning of something, and become it. Perhaps this is how we Continue reading From Baja to Alaska Required a Stop in Sedona