Guest Article: 1984 Paris-Roubaix
Roubaix is the biggest day of the year, as far as I’m concerned, because it is the proving ground of some of the greatest hardmen Cycling…
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La Vie Velominatus: The Joyride
There are very few experiences as incredible as riding a bike; the wind in your face, the sensation of generating speed under your own power, the…
Hello Operator
Marco Pantani had Armstrong on the ropes. It was the Col de Joux Plane in the 2000 Tour de France and the only time Pharmy was…
On Rule #93: The Throw Down
The human mind is designed to forget how much things suck. That is a fact. If women had the capacity to retain meaningful data on how horrible…
The Aesthete’s Choice: Boyaux Naturel
Tradition and innovation are the two opposing edges that cut our evolution through the fabric of our sport. Tradition grounds us, while innovation ensures we advance…
And the 39 Was Clean as a Whistle
I still feel that variable gears are only for people over forty-five. Isn’t it better to triumph by the strength of your muscles than by…
Lean In, Lean Out
I profess to understand every mannerism and habit of the Cyclist. I’m Dutch, and I’m a writer, so it all comes pretty naturally. The problem…
On Rule #74: Going Unplugged
I think the most exciting Christmas present I ever received as a child was an Avocet 30 in what must have been 1989. Being in…
A Shift In Time
Returning to your roots can be both a rewarding and sobering experience. The nostalgia one feels for the halcyon days of youth, the memories of…
On Rule #30: In Defence Of The Frame Pump
Going against the grain is something I think I’ve been doing with some degree of success for a good portion of my existence. A lot…
On the Rivet
I’m proud to declare that I am fluent in three languages: Hyperbole, Dutch, and English. All of them rubbish. The language of the peloton is,…
Progressively Retro
Innovation is a beast that lurches in leaps and bounds, fueled by its own momentum and restrained by its own progress. It lays dormant for ages…
The Aesthete’s Choice
It has not escaped my attention that as I’ve evolved away from my original profession as a software developer and moved towards systems and solutions architecture…
V Point V Magnitude Awesome
People, please grab hold of your butts: we are experiencing a V.V magnitude Awesome Quake, and it is sporting a totally rad lid. Further instructions…
Inflation
My first bike was a Sears Moonlight Special. It was literally a piece of shit – figuratively. I mean, it would only “literally” be a…
Celeste
In grade school, a teacher once asked me to name my favorite color, a query to which I responded with the only logical answer for any prepubescent…
On Rule #12: The Bike #1 Paradox
The only parents who proclaim to have a favorite child are the ones who have only one; all the other ones pretend they don’t have…
In Memoriam: The Funny Bike
Summer, it appears, has been snatched abruptly from Seattle’s grasp, like a squeak toy from a puppy’s mouth. A week ago, we were setting record temperatures which were…
The Curious Case of Bradley Wiggins
Brad Wiggins is an enigma. There is a lot about him that makes him easy to dislike. That mopey, Pete Townshend look on his face and…
The Hammer and the Nail
Sometimes you’re the hammer, sometimes you’re the nail. I was a cheapy little Ikea one today. It was terrible. – Geraint Thomas It is strange,…