Shifting Sands
One of my favorite stories in Cycling is of the 1989 World Championships. It was a very lumpy parcours, with a particularly tough climb near…
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The Shower
As far as Cycling and racing iconography goes, Paris-Roubaix sits at the very zenith. It’s the most revered race among fans not only because of…
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…
On Rule #74: The Targeting Computer
I could feel the power in my body as I breathed in the warm Spring air and pulled lightly on the handlebars; strength flowed from my lungs and…
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…
Window Shopping
One of the great dichotomies of being a Cyclist is that of our commitment to suffering paired against our fastidious attention to our appearance. We sacrifice…
Reverence: Straight Round Tubes
Tradition and innovation sit mostly comfortably alongside each other in Cycling. The bicycle itself is inherently a very simple machine, the basic design of which…
Shit Gets Real
Can you feel that? That itchy, twitchy feeling… that’s anticipation, it’s expectation, it’s Belgian fucking racing fever! You know you’ve got it, and you can’t…
The Fasting Ride
I’ve been doing fasting rides on the weekend, before breakfast and maybe also before lunch, depending on how long the ride is. The longer the ride,…
Fendangelism
Mudguards (fenders) and saddlebags are two subjects that are sure to get our collective ire up as Cyclists. When I wrote in one of my columns for…
The Moser Position
For my money, the best slice of cycling video ever is Francesco Moser, appearing out of the dust, in the 1976 Paris-Roubaix. He blasts by…
Body Dysmorphia
I am thrilled to announce that for the first time in my life, my chest measurement is smaller than my hip measurement, an accomplishment I’m not…
The Wipe Down
Frank’s maddening post about doing things because, well, because that’s the way to do things made me question some of my own questionable cycling behavior.…
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…
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…
Reverence: The Ghosts of 2am
The Prophet had never been dropped by anyone in a race-threatening situation during his entire Grand-Tour career. But he was dropped on this, a relatively minor climb…
Lock, Sock, and Two Smoking Barrels
It used to be that you could choose any color shoes you wanted, so long as they were black and any color socks, so long as they were…
Weight Weenies
My bike weighs about 6 kilos. It is no waify little thing either, with it having a 61cm frame and and three stories of seatpost. It has beefy…
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…
Musings from the Darkness
Reality is always an unpleasant surprise; no one wants to see ourselves the way others see us, and that’s for good reason, too: depression would be much…