Two days of racing are in the books. Yes, that is right. Late January, and the season starts to swing in AZ. We are seeing formative goods in this early season. Special thanks to Chad Beyer for having a good time on our dime. Here's how it went down in Yuma, sans wattage reporttage. Well, I didn't know what to expect from myself at the crits this weekend. I've been training without power, so I didn't really know where my fitness was. I didn't … [Read more...]
Choose The Latter
Country roads were consumed. Canvas pants and denim vest took the place of less organic/more efficient sport garments. Skids were executed needlessly. Cheeks were cold, things were bunny hopped. Winter component modifications were tested and evaluated. Sweat was produced, but muscles never loosened. It was less an act of folly than one of insistence. Nonetheless, i'm still trying to evaluate whether or not the value was positive or negative. … [Read more...]
Credit Card Tours with The Gnome
An hour into the drive, less was making sense. The idea was good on paper, yet as the drive went on, precious time was slipping away. It was going to be a long day in the caravan for only a few (albeit significant) miles. I became uneasy and my thoughts went wild with ideas of escape. I had just met the people I was traveling with an hour before. At this point, the awkwardness of asking they stop the car so that I could get on my bike was only a … [Read more...]
Setting limits on Big Dumb Rides
Big dumb rides represent an antithesis to the norm and they are addictive as hell. We had a mild shitfest© on our hands through competent planning... a voluntary embrace of discomfort and exploration beyond any tether. We welcomed it. We were headed for the Verde River again. The tally shown two days of (pre winter) 90 degree temps followed by an exceptional and seemingly elusive pre-dawn rain shower in the highlands of Northern Sonora. The … [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...]
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