Mustache Monster Mash
My first bicycle opened a new world to me, one where range was measured by will and pedal revolutions, not steps; the only objective was…
Velominati Super Prestige
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Through the Eyes of a Canine
I envy my dog. There is nothing in her life that can not be immediately obtained that she bothers herself with; she is a perfect…
The Constant Companion
A friend recently asked my advice for how to prepare for the longest ride he’d ever done. My approach is somewhat unorthodox when it comes…
Motorcus and the Hour Record
There is nothing going on right now, oh right, except the Tour of Poland. Can we talk? I don’t think it’s just Frank and myself…
Defining Moments: Resistance is V-tile
There are many paths to learning lessons, many of which have their merits. Reading a book, for instance, is a popular way of learning something.…
The Elasticity of Time: The Hour
The Theory of Special Relativity states that time for a moving object passes more quickly than for a stationary object. Einstein, in deriving this theory, demonstrated…
Saved By The Bike
Addiction is typically defined as a bad thing. Addiction to drugs, to alcohol, sex or even work is usually portrayed as a condition to be battled,…
La Fleur de V
We have the kind of poor judgement that allows us to have a puppy. She’s half pit, half something, and half something else and boasts a lilliputian-sized head.…
La Vie Velominatus: The Sound of Silence
In most situations, silence is an ominous thing that signals impending doom. Having never been in any danger myself, I base this largely on my experience watching box-office…
Dirty Romantics
We’re into day three of the Six Days of the Giro series, and it’s time to hit the dirt. If ever a Keepers Tour goes…
Defining Moments: Hood Position
If I spent half a summer riding with one hand on the tops and one on the hoods, I spent the other half riding with…
La Vie Velominatus: A Rule #25 Reasoned Decision
There was no clear indication that Rick’s car had actually come to a complete stop. It wasn’t that the car hadn’t stopped its forward trajectory…
Anatomy of a Photo: Campagnolo Candy Van
Every night I pray to Merckx that in the morning when I wake up I’ll have a Campagnolo Free Candy Van with a Super Dome.…
Training: The Fourth Bridge
Before the New Year, it was my ride up Haleakala. At present, it’s Keepers Tour: Cobbled Classics 2013. Before Haleakala, it was one of the…
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…
Insight on Rule #34
Rule #34-Mountain bike shoes have their place-on a mountain bike. During our very recent Cogal I gained some on-the-road insight on Rule #34. We were on…
Frank vs. The Volcano: Part Trois
At some point, I reckon the idea may dawn on me that I’m not a climber. Eighty kilos and standing something just shy of two…
Solitude
The task spreads out before me like molasses poured onto a tabletop, indulging in its viscous immensity. Its growing breadth makes it a kind of enigma, the sort…
The Thin Boundary Between Casual and Deliberate
Cycling and crashing are the kinds of things that come together whenever you liberally combine Newtonian Physics, skill, and overconfidence. In other words, I’ve been falling…
La Ruota
Its hard to say precisely where the line lays, but I’m certain I’m well on the wrong side of it. I never notice lines as…