La Vie Velominatus: The Holy Land
No pavé is smooth, and to ride them well the rider must enter them à bloc and keep pushing until one of two things happen: the…
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Something from Nothing
If the only kind of wind they have in Belgium is a headwind, then the only kind of flats they have in Northern France are false. In…
The Real Diel
Europe is full of history, ancient buildings filled with original masterpieces of art that you can spend days discovering. Looking at these artworks lasts but…
On Rule #3: The Apocalypse
With The Rules being officially published in three languages (English English, American English, and soon Dutch) and now also being offered in a large full-color format…
Anatomy of a Photo: Bike Love
I got new wheels last week and got them mounted with tires by the weekend. Then @Haldy had to help me with a clearance problem on…
On Rule #9: The Badass Within
The rain is coming down in sheets, blowing sideways out from the coast. I hear its intensity more than I feel it; the drops reverberate through my…
Brush Strokes On The Soul
I dream of painting and then I paint my dream. -Vincent Van Gogh Poor old Vinnie may have been Dutch, mad as a cut snake,…
Reverence: Daylight Saving Time
Not too many people espouse the virtues of Daylight Saving Time, much less chose to write about it every bloody year. But Daylight Saving Time is my favorite…
On Rule #10: The Mandlebrot Set of Pain
My training hasn’t gone as I’d like it to be going. My days keep getting loaded up with things that pay the bills more than…
On Rule #12: The Luxury of Passion
Rule #12 is a luxury of passion; the #1 for good weather and epic rides or races, the Nine Bike for bad weather, the Graveur…
The Past and the Future
I’m struggling with how to open this conversation without sounding like what I’m assuming my grandparents did when I was growing up. Maybe it’s because…
On Rule #43: Shaming the Sensei
I think it would be hard for anyone to make the case that Eddy Merckx was Roger de Vlaeminck’s Cycling Sensei, but I think we can all agree…
In Memoriam: Loose Ball Bearings
The darker months bring out the macabre in each of us; for Gianni it was the extinction of his beloved Park Tool adjustable clamp. For…
The Dark Side
White is a troublesome color; hard to keep clean. I have a white dress shirt that I never wear because even if I manage not…
How Soon Is Now?
Waiting has never been my strong point. I’m anxious, but don’t really suffer from anxiety. Good things come to those who wait isn’t at the…
On the Road Again: Keepers Tour 2015
We want to look like Pros, sure, but what we’re really after is feeling Pro. All the aesthetics are just a tool we use to fuel the…
The Hum
One of the things that strikes me most about the English is they don’t appear to have developed any sort of “inner dialog”. It seems anything…
Find What You Love And Let It Kill You
“My dear, Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and…
Places to Ride: Cape Town, South Africa
I’ve never been to Africa before, although I’m not sure Cape Town counts as “Africa”. One thing I noticed is that everyone here is very…
Truth and Fiction
There is nothing more disappointing than discovering the truth behind a myth or spotting the mortal behind a legend. This is why I make a point never to…