Man in Black
The 2010 Metal kit, courtesy of Twin Six: Well, we’re doin’ mighty fine, I do suppose, In our streak of lightnin’ cars and fancy clothes, But just so we’re reminded of the ones who are held back, Up front there ought ‘a be a Man In Black.
Help Me Lighten Up! (My Bike)
I like my mountain bike. It’s feisty, nimble, and dead sexy. But it’s a little heavy. The primary culprit right now are a pair of 700g—each!— tires. I have solutions to that problem on order, and they will be arriving shortly. But I’d like to explore the various options of shedding grams here and there […]
Pain? What Pain?
There is at Soldier Hollow a most devious, leg scorching, lung-ripping, mind numbing hill. Actually, there are several. And they follow one another in succession. One after the other after other. Until, at last the hills stop… and lap 2 begins. And so goes the carousel of bleeding ears. However, standing out among the several, […]
Floyd Armstrong
My thoughts about Floyd, Lance and the ongoing melodrama of professional cyclists who lie, cheat and steal.
Culture Fix
I’ll freely admit that I have never been one to pay much attention to the culture of cycling. I’ve never been interested in riding, let alone owning, a fixed gear bike. I don’t care about sleek stainless steel flasks that can be carried in sleek stainless steel bottle cages. And while I appreciate the artistic […]
To Teach and Preach
I shamelessly ripped this photo from the BikeSnobNYC. (via Cyclelicious) It’s worth analyzing closely: Note the toe clips. Are those standard fixie fare? Also the helmet, hanging uselessly, but stylishly off the Elder’s scripture laden backpack, is a nice touch. As is the Livestrong wristband. Nothing says “real cyclist” like one of those. He’s texting. […]
Summer: Excerpt
The following is an excerpt from an essay titled Summer. The landscape opens in a welcoming display of vibrant homecoming as the sun returns from its southern sojourn. The mountains weep as the snow breaks and warms and melts into streams and rivers, trickling and flowing through meadows and canyons and dripping from pine boughs […]
