So it was: the grab heard round the cycling world. And the stillness of the pond is now forever rippled. Cycling has enjoyed its part in an ages-long tradition of misogyny, but thanks to the poor podium judgement displayed by Peter Sagan, things may have to change. The world of two-wheeled daring-do has had much to do with trouble as of late. We've all popped our heads up above the surface of our queerness only to see a world with … [Read more...]
Stagione Enorme Anticipo
HC. It's the Carl's Jr. Grab Bag Lunch of mountain stages - it is a Triple Thickburger, a Large Fries, a Hot Dog, a Large Soda and a shitty apple desert, choked down while on a bike, all in one day. HC is the one that us mortals, being of feeble leg and amateur ranking (CAT 6, natch), would prefer to take in from the couch, with Phil's, Paul's, & Bobko's English Jambalaya explanations. Sitting here in anticipation of summer, I'm forgoing … [Read more...]
The Squealer, 2013 – Fat Bike Hogging
So I was first reporting of fat bike, fat bikes and fat biking with Tim Allen and how he Fat Bike rides in Colorado. So for my own test I was able to arrange a racing event on a fat bike here in Arizona. For expectations as a winner, I told Jim that I'd be able to close the deal in two hours with the fat bike so he gave me the number. #57 off the line. 4am arrived so soon, but I was fortunate. Some had been up since 2, or not at all … [Read more...]
Cosmo Catalano on Milan-Sanremo 2013
This is the most enjoyable 4:54 of a late Thursday afternoon. It's time for the Cosmo Catalano Milan-Sanremo 2013 recap. Please let it be yours. It is a brief recount of the critical moves, displeasures, and faux paux of the Pelotongs at Milan-SanRemo 2013. Remember that discussion? Narrated by Cosmo Catalano, we now have the truth of Milan Sanremo 2013. Cast Talor Phinney. Carl Sagan's very notte-so-smart son Peter Sagan, Pozzatto … [Read more...]
On Bikes, and Biking.
It's been a while -- almost 20 years -- since I left my mini truck at home to instead be senior photo'd with my road bike. It was the purest macho I could conjure. I've ascended hill and dale with my enthusiasm for our sport fluctuating for decades. From the posters of Bugno & Lemond on my bedroom wall as a kid to the boxes of extra bike crap in the crawl space, to an extremely sophisticated penchant for the finest chianti - I've come a … [Read more...]
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