Two Wheels. One Dark Lord.
Ah, yes, fall is here. That means different things for some of you. Maybe your trails are starting to dry up, making for fast lines Continue reading Beer Fairies of the Western Express: Pittsburgh
This will be quick. Haven’t broadcasted it too loudly, but I left my job in Chicago and decided to bike tour across the country. Yorktown, Continue reading Getting shot at in the Potomac River, naked, in the dark
Last we left off Dirty, Charlie, and I had ridden through a long second day of our journey across Iceland. After making it to the hut Continue reading Dances with Elves – Hluti Tveir
[youtube]https://youtu.be/OckSITiSaTg[/youtube] Watch the peloton get wicked. When we ride it, you be like “don’t stop, get it get it.” Long time hashtagging: #SMAT Continue reading I’m not a player, I just crush a lot
( A BRIEF NOTE about the photo: I couldn’t find the pic I wanted to post of me actually racing a bicycle. It was a Continue reading A Brief Story About Avocados and Lions
[youtube]https://youtu.be/MIl5RxhLZ5U[/youtube] What am I on? I’m on my instagram, bustin’ my ass, 6 hours a day. What are YOU on? Oh, shit. I enjoy Continue reading it’s not about the portrayal
Late last summer Dirty, Charlie the Bikemonger, and I made a journey to Iceland to attempt a north-south traverse of the lonely north Atlantic island. Continue reading Dances with Elves – Part One
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
Here and now. Kooks will gather for some full moon campout action, where they’ll learn play a round and enjoy some beers and whiskeys. A Continue reading puzzling evidence
The wheel will turn, for better or worse, And it will keep on turning. As suns set and forests dim, Storms call and skies break. Continue reading Turn it will.
Go to Tibet Ride a camel. Read the bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a beard. Circle the world in a paper canoe. Subscribe to The Continue reading Friendly Advice To A Lot Of Young Men
I grew up in a dead mill town called Waterbury, Connecticut. Like that place, throughout my life I have tended to lose more than I Continue reading The Dirty Water