When I was in college I had a cinematography class. We didn’t shoot one inch of film. Instead we spent our time sh ...
Ah, Spring. From seventy degrees to forty, and back again. That is Spring on the Wasatch Front. But the schizophrenia is ...
I finally got around to adding some new links to the blog roll. It took me long enough. They are all good reading, so go ...
More and more I find myself turning toward the single speed. Maybe I am feeling the effects of getting derailed on Satur ...
My day ended early, but it was still a good day. It started early as well. 4 AM early. A light mist filled the air and t ...
Moab was rainy and wet. No mud until about mile 20. The mud was terrible, but short lived. Mile 24, my derailleur hanger ...
