I was sitting on the floor with my back up against the wall near my gate in the O’hare international terminal. I was on my Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Talk Soon.
I’m generally more comfortable playing tour guide as opposed to being on the tour. Friends come to visit, you hit the pubs, you ride the Continue reading The Dorset Gravel Dash
Before I had the privilege of writing on this yellow page, I was a big fan of DC. I loved Big Jonny’s snark, Gnome’s commentary, Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Pistil Pete Abides
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
I put this up on my other site last week. It’s where things go that I think are a little too fuzzy for DC. But Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Beer of the year
It’s another Memorial day. Three day weekends are fucking badass. If you are one of the less fortunate who have to work today, or you Continue reading Memorial Monday Motivation
I met Charlie some years ago in Ireland. I had just pedaled into the tiny village of Kilfinane for SingleSpeed Worlds and was looking for Continue reading Beers at your place?
We missed each other on Desert Classic trail, about 9:30a this Sunday. You were heading west right before the water tanks. We were drinking beers under Continue reading 9:30am Sunday 2/25, DC at South Mountain, Missed Connection
Hey folks, Reverend Dick here. Yesterday I posted a fucky picture on our instagram account and now the account is removed. I assume the 2 Continue reading The continuing saga of the classic bummer
Every Tuesday I pedal away from the office and treat myself to some BBQ at the joint about a mile down the road. It’s a nice escape from brown bagging it at my desk. Why Tuesdays? The BBQ joint originally lured me in with cheap cider specials and mediocre beans, but I have always had an affinity for Tuesdays. They are the forgotten days. Not a buzz-killing bummer like a Monday and not as optimistic as a “hump day”. It’s like the forgotten middle child of the week. Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Lunch Break
I used to believe that being the first patron into the Yucca Tap Room was physically impossible. Something you’d hear about on Sagan’s Cosmos. A break Continue reading Beer Century VI ~ Early Bird Gets the Stool
You’d think that, by now, I’d be good at this. Packing some stuff on my bicycle and riding into the sunset for a few days Continue reading Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupation of men engaged in rash undertakings.