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 [...]

SSCXWC contenders descended upon a time-trial qualifying course at a secret location in Portland today.  I was there for the start, but I had to work so I could not return to the shenanigans until later in the night when the second-chance race left from Vanilla Bicycles HQ. All hands were on deck for beer, [...]

I should have known better.We’re racing bikes through what is left of a former insane asylum.  A few rotting concrete walls and several deadly spikes of rebar growing out of the ground here and there are the only remnants of the building that was Dammasch State Hospital, but the ghosts are out in force. I [...]