Meeting Heather (sometimes affectionately referred to as “hg” on this blog) was an important moment in my cycling history – she was the first chick that I actually connected with in an exclusively “bike” setting.  In fact, when I went to go meet her for the first time off the bike, I had to sit [...]

I didn’t kill it.  I swear. But it was there. Big, squishy rat.  Cyclocross roadkill.  On the course.  Just after a jaunt through a pile of rotten pumpkins (rideable). It reminded me of the sacrificial bird and I rode faster. Something about riding over dead things brings back the primal viking urge of my ancestors [...]

My approach is all backwards, but my standard M.O. is to party all ‘cross season and then suddenly dig my heels in and bring the whole overindulgence thing to a screeching halt. I tend to be all-in or all-out.  It’s one or the other.  People say, “Just have one beer.” and I think to myself, [...]