Another extended stint in the VeloBarrel has come to an end. Tomorrow, the off-season begins — it’s back to the usual two days a week playing editor at large for VeloNews.com, with two weeks before I have to crank out some nonsense for Bicycle Retailer & Industry News. Livin’ large, folks, livin’ large. Why, I [...]
Katie Compton, the Beast of Bibleburg, blew everyone’s doors off at CrossVegas last night. I was reading a piece on her crazy quilt of sponsorships yesterday — Stevens frameset, Dugast rubber, Zipp wheels, bars and cranks, SRAM Red drivetrain — and scoping out all that bike jewelry got me to thinking.
Remember the good old days, [...]
I just popped out for a quick shot of Pikes Peak as seen from the DogHaus (well, as seen from the rear bumper of the ‘83 Toyota 4WD truck parked in front of the DogHaus, anyway). Looks cold up there. Glad we’re down here.
Turkish has been harshly critical of my weather-management skills the past couple [...]
Those of you who are not living in caves in Afghanistan probably have heard of this thing called “Twitter,” in which people with too much time and technology on their hands pester each other 140 characters at a time. It’s called “tweeting,” though it’s generally far less musical and soothing than birdsong, unless the bird [...]
Summer vanished faster than the public option today. I was forced to retire my usual professional ensemble of shorts and sandals in favor of a ratty pair of sweat pants and moth-eaten socks, though I stuck with the sleeveless T for freedom of movement while rassling typos for VeloNews.com.
It was a slow day in the [...]
Interbike starts tomorrow with Outdoor Demo West, and I feel a minor twinge of regret about not attending this year, if only because it’s not likely to be raining in Las Vegas.
Here’s the forecast for Bibleburg. And here’s the forecast for Sin City. I’m not certain that I’m up for 96 with a low haze [...]
Mary Travers of Peter, Paul and Mary, dead at 72 of complications from chemotherapy for a bone-marrow transplant after developing leukemia. Also, Henry Gibson, perhaps best known for his nonsensical “Laugh-In” poetry, of cancer at 73.
I like to annoy my friend Hal with e-mails whose subject is “A pome,” which probably has its roots in [...]
Our long national nightmare is over. Well, mine, anyway. Sorry about yours.
My nine-day, extra-credit stint in the VeloBarrel came to an end last night, so I slept in this morning, enjoyed a medium-heavy breakfast and then went for a ride. The big yellow ball was back in the sky, and I wasn’t the only one [...]
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