Youngest El Tour Finisher
I got an email this morning (a forwarded forward, actually) regarding this past weekend’s El Tour de Tucson. For those of you that have followed Continue reading Youngest El Tour Finisher
Two Wheels. One Dark Lord.
I got an email this morning (a forwarded forward, actually) regarding this past weekend’s El Tour de Tucson. For those of you that have followed Continue reading Youngest El Tour Finisher
It seems mellows have been harshed around here whilst I hopped on the big bird and flew east. Can’t say I care very much, to Continue reading A Good Fight is Never Clean
Admiral Gnome has throttled back on the comment section until further notice. Watching some of you boys piss all over each others shoes got old Continue reading Comments are dead. Long live comments.
No, really. Superbowls are interesting, if only because I get to stay up until 1 am for the goddamn game to start in an overpriced Continue reading I really don’t give a shit about football…
It had been three or four days of very light riding and ‘off bike’ time for me due to an incredible knee pain and getting Continue reading “Get drunk, ride bikes, and cock block cars.”
I got this hot off the press from my friend Jake this morning, his comment was “Did I just really see this?” I’d have to Continue reading friday fight day…
It just gets better and better. I’ve watch this probably too many times in the last 24 hours.
Let’s start this off with some beer
i hit the swerves today for 2.5 hours, or in euro time, 10 kilodays. it was a small group, just a camera and a kona Continue reading golden daze.
We passed a milestone here in Drunkcyclist at the end of September. And, in true balls & glory form, I failed to commemorate it with Continue reading Original work of authorship, fixed in a tangible medium of expression.
From: Brad M. Subject: Bluefield, VA Police Reports Can you believe this shit? Kids on bicycles were reported for ‘riding in the street’! Damn those Continue reading The kids are all right
But for me, this gets me motovated to delight in the suffering and put the dancing shoes on to shred some trail. I came across Continue reading Some shit that has nothing to do with cycling…