We have a tendency to give up too early, like when it hurts a little too much. Maybe it happens during a race. Maybe during a relationship. Maybe on the floor of a faraway discotheque. It is certain that the body/mind/spirit have absolute limitations, but rarely on Saturday or Sunday mornings are we anywhere near them. When you are on the bici chasing your neighbors, or the new man in sales, or all of your failures, there is the call of … [Read more...]
The Plan
It was early when I swept the Bourbonneur from his front curb. Fishing-with-Pépé early. The range was extended for the morning, which required an abnormally early sequence initiation. Items were neatly crammed into satchels of various sizes: foil-wrapped sandwiches, cremes of questionable purpose, an assortment of wearable status indicators—stretchy, wind-blocking, synthetic, natural, tight, manly, elite—multiple helmets, shoes, duct tape, spare … [Read more...]
The Sock I Loved, Then Lost.
It took no raindrops for your absence to hurt me, but when they fell, the pain was nourished. Your gentle compression was the hallmark of our relationship. Compression. Compassion. Your surface enveloped my toes in an embrace. You pulled the moisture from them with all your heart. The medial toes grew jealous of big toe and pinky, for by design—and without any chance for change—you afforded them less contact. We all embraced the passion of … [Read more...]
Things I Learned from Him: ’90-’94
It was a pretty standard, which is to say excellent, tutelage I was under as the young me, and at a great time: I was between jobs (I quit my paper route and couldn't yet convince my local shop to hire me), school was under control (I was fine with Cs), and my social life was on cruise control (nobody understood me so who needs friends anyways plus you just don't understand me). Enter Him. He was a family man, which is to say, he was a guy who … [Read more...]
Beyer Batting 1000 at Oracle Road Race
Oracle Road Race, 2015 Round three of the Arizona cycling season hit the way-out town of Oracle. Our man on the front Chad Beyer and winner of the event, drops play by play breakdown of the weekend's race. It didn't come by work of his own. Team Superissimo threw down game play to make it so. Thank you to the team for making it happen, and from that, the reward was reaped. Excellent work Chad, Jondall, Clayton and EVERYONE on the team. Thanks … [Read more...]
Son of Cycling
Pulled out from the the underwebs, a repost of a 2009 essay on existence and bikes. Thanks to Bacardi Marty for regenerating le stoke on this one... I put on my first pair of cycling shoes in 1992, after years of pounding toe-clips around the hills of my hometown. They were the top of the line Sidi's. The same fruity colored units that Tinker sported back in the days of the Etto and Klein. Although I could't understand why cyclists had to … [Read more...]
Underbike 2014: Never again, until we do it again.
We came into Underbike by way of the forever 29th bicycle birthday party that is Interbike. We do this of our own accord every single time. But all we really care about is the rock and roll. Blinded by an expo floor of too many phenomenal things and an uncertainty for eye contact, gives way to real good times at the end of Thursday. Backstory: Superissimo had been a micro-juggernaut until the late spring of 2014 at which point breaking … [Read more...]
Superissimo Sexykitte Ordering Now Closed, Now What?
To all who ordered: Friends, countrymen, international countrymen, contenders supported through equal payout, all others, thank you:Each of you have received these mailings in accord of your purchasings of the Superissimo Sexykitte 2014. I hope this finds you rested and sexy. Tomorrow begins production. Today we have finalized testing and verifications. Now, here, we will pass on a few notes regarding these advances in the project to ensure your … [Read more...]
Underbike Industry Mixer Number Six
You know the drill: Interbike, 2014. It is coming. By day, we make the thronging mess of gaping shoulder turrets sifting through carbon sediment. They call that "sustainability" in the bike biz, pulling carbon out of the atmosphere one layer of high modulus crabon fibre at a time. We like this. We will matching shoes and damn thicke glasses, pants maybe, and you name it, because we area team about bicycles. If only the stimulation didn't feel … [Read more...]
Social Syncronicity in the Pelotong
“Ha, ha. Nice, ‘Ski.” The sun wasn’t even up, and I hadn’t yet sank a whole coffee. It's not ever my best time of day, but then I was a prisoner: stuck in my shit car, headed to a shit business park in some shit town, riding another shit crit, with my shit teammate, Tim Andrzejewski. Already, he’s trying to bury his insecurity with fat girl jokes. This last was a real stunner. Q: How do you pick up chicks at the State Fair? A: With a … [Read more...]
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