The Spandex Ballet
What does the layman observe when he sees a cyclist in the wild? While we do our utmost to Look Fantastic, in our own eyes and minds…
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Anatomy Of A Photo: Where Do We Go From Here?
A great unknown awaits the young men, bound by a common entity of steel, flesh and passion rolled together. Do they contemplate the future, or are…
Where Have You Been All My Life?
Life is full of surprises. Some you don’t want, like a funnel web in a shoe, while others are completely unexpected but more than welcome,…
Reverence: Waterboys and Podiums
This article started off as a Reverence for the Camelbak Podium, and might still be, who knows, it’s late and my mind is scrambled. As…
David Millar: Stylemeister
Cycling is a sport steeped in the tradition of style. There’s no denying it. From the days of miners and farmers escaping the hardships of…
Vetting The Fred
I don’t mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that’s how it comes out. – Bill Hicks That famous quote from…
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When Kits Were Cool
The modern day Pro cyclist has many disadvantages stacked against them by comparison to their forefathers. They have to ride plastic bikes with little or…
Reverence: DeFeet Wooleators
Cyclists love socks. I know I do. I’d make a point of collecting as many pairs as I could from every race, event, shop or…
End of an Error
Jens Voigt is set to retire as we speak, having one final crack at a long break in some race in the Cycling backwater of…
Joe Kid on a Moto-Bike
Never forget your roots, they say… OK, I’m a child of the 70’s, and back then bicycles were as big a part of my life as…
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Kermis: Breaking Away
July 13 2014 marked the 35th anniversary of the seminal ‘cycling film’ Breaking Away. 35 years. Nothing stays popular for that long, right? Things get…
The V Stages Of V
It’s no coincidence that Stage Five of the Tour was not only the best one to watch, or that it helped decide the race before nary…
The Mercy Seat
It began when they come took me from my home And put me in Dead Row, Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know.…
Don’t Make Me ‘Cross
Cyclocross could be the most perplexing of all the cycling disciplines. To me it’s at once the most beautiful and the most unappealing. The beauty…
Motoman
Before Tomac and Ned, before LeMond and Big Mig, there was Bob Hannah. For a young lad obsessed with motorcycles as well as bicycles, the…
In Memoriam: The LBS
There was a time when I held down ‘real jobs’. Jobs with (a little) stress, with (some) responsibility, but without soul. And while dealing with the…
Reassessment
Maybe it’s the milestone of aging that I recently reached. It could be an awareness of the unique foibles of this sport/activity/pastime that I practice.…
Anatomy Of A Photo: Point And Shoot
“You ruined a heap of photos!” Not the words you want to hear when the photos in question are ones you didn’t shoot, but were…
The Swanny
Behind every great rider, there’s a great soigneur. The right hand man, the go-to guy, who tends every whim of his rider, feeding, watering, mending…
The Mirror
Have you ever been told to take a good look at yourself? Usually it infers that you need to smarten up your ideas, get your…