I rode for Quinn
A while back our man Legs put together a piece he called Therapy. His nephew, a young lad named Quinn, had recently succumbed to his Continue reading I rode for Quinn
Two Wheels. One Dark Lord.
A while back our man Legs put together a piece he called Therapy. His nephew, a young lad named Quinn, had recently succumbed to his Continue reading I rode for Quinn
Oh the weekend. It is finally here and it’s time to fuck shit up. Here are some how-to videos that will help enhance your days Continue reading Some tips for the weekend (video dump)
The French fulfilled expectations and were characteristically French in their enthusiasm for not being enthusiastic about much of anything. Continue reading Jimmy James reports from Mount Ventoux
With all the Tour coverage going on, it’s odd that a large bike company may pick these three weeks in July to release the most Continue reading What The Fuck Were They Thinking Wednesday – Specialized Epic 29er
This one is from the guys over at Eclat BMX Life is real though and occasionally you happen to see a drunk guy drop a Continue reading Saturday Means Drunkcyclist Day
When you consider the lives of others, my life has so far been fairly uneventful. This thought struck me on my last ride up Apex Continue reading Captain DepressionFace Drinks Whiskey on a Friday Night
Pat McQuaid has launched his re-election campaign as UCI president with a plethora of rhetoric and political hogwash. Go figure. “I am delighted to launch Continue reading A Bright Future for a Changed Sport
Last Saturday D2 and self set out on an adventure, a rather tame adventure. Try as we may to be mountain men, we are really Continue reading Denver RTD Adventure
I have been thinking a lot about fire lately, but I have struggled to get these thoughts out of my head. Recent events here in Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: From the ashes, we will rise
D2 and 40 hands being a little Drunkcyclist to the Yeti Cycles warehouse… Continue reading A No Good Pack of Thieves
I got marching orders from the higher-ups and got my ass over to the X-games. I don’t have regular employment and the people at the press area said they had no idea who Drunkcyclist was and who I was didn’t matter, and I should take a flying fuck at a rolling donut on a gravel driveway. Continue reading So there was this thing in town…