Raining in My Heart
Not one to subscribe to the slew of text speak or acronyms that permeate the modern vernacular (well, not too much, I guess YJA is…
Velominati Super Prestige
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LeMaster of the V-Locus
Finding The V-Locus is something of an extension of the Goldilocks Principle; bars set somewhere between Sit Up and Beg and a face-plant, saddle height…
Winter Training
Merckx famously professed that after a night of sinning, the body must be cleansed. He obviously meant this figuratively, not literally, because those mud guards…
Made By Hand
It wasn’t so long ago that the majority of bicycles were made by hand, from raw materials, in places that aren’t China or Taiwan. While…
Anatomy of a Graveur
I am a road cyclist, at heart. Even when I’m in a car, I’ll daydream about riding the same road I’m driving. I’ll imagine how…
Look Pro: The Flemish Compact
Everyone knows that the quality of one’s character is measured by the size gear they can push, particularly when going uphill. It is also a…
Cold Fact
Wellington isn’t renown for its great summers; a mate is always quick to remind me that if the weather was perfect all the time, everyone…
Velominati Super Prestige: Omloop Het Nieuwsblad 2013
Outside my window, its pouring rain. My bike is leaning agains the wall in my office, covered in grim and grit from the ride in,…
The Phoenix
As a dyed-in-the-wool Northerner, my time living in the South was a mixed bag. Southerners think differently, speak differently, eat differently, and prioritize life differently…
Reverence: Malteni
Cyclists can (and usually do) go on for hours as to why they ride their bikes, and most of their reasons can sound, well, a…
La Vie Velominatus: Flemish Tan Lines
Clouds hang heavy in the sky, plump with a rain which contemplates the opportunity to hurl itself towards the Earth below. I get the sense that…
Belgian Affirmations: Beer And Bloating On The Koppenberg
The memories still foment in my mind. They don’t keep me up at night, but they are there, hidden in the recesses of my recall…
Peter Van Petegem: A Lesson in Rule #9
Rule 9–Fair-weather riding is a luxury reserved for Sunday afternoons and wide boulevards. Those who ride in foul weather – be it cold, wet, or…
Keepers Tour 2012 Update, Part 4: A Ronde Ride and Paris-Roubaix
With Keepers Tour: Cobbled Classics 2012 stitched up and in the history books, the challenge of documenting the trip became immediately obvious; how do you…
Keepers Tour 2012 Update, Part 3: Awesome, Kinda Weird, Awesome Again, and Solemn
With Keepers Tour: Cobbled Classics 2012 stitched up and in the history books, the challenge of documenting the trip became immediately obvious; how do you…
Ride Like a Girl: Marianne Vos
While it took seven Belgians to dominate the Men’s Cyclocross World Championship race on Sunday, it only took a single Dutchwoman to dominate the women’s…
Belgian Affirmations: Kapelmuur
There isn’t a lot about a climb several kilometers long ending in a sustained 20% cobbled gradient that communicates ‘Attack’ and/or ‘Respond’. Certainly not when…
Belgian Affirmations: Andrei Tchmil
Andrei Tchmil got so tired of the palpable disappointment of not being Belgian that he decided to become one. Envision the world the way you…