The cowbells have almost stopped clanging in the back of my brain and I’m on a diet.
That must mean it’s January?
It is! It is January. Cyclocross is over. Winter training has begun.
In honor of cyclocross’ passing, I wanted to put all the CCX Diary videos in one… Read the rest
Damn. I scored this time around. Not only did I stumble upon fantastic host housing just across the way from the race venue, I also scored lodging with the king of race footage himself, Justin Yax.
Thrills, spills, cowbells and big-time bike racing.
The energy in Bend right now is… Read the rest
I raced in 4 degree weather this morning. My hands became big paddles that I used to wave helplessly at the shifter levers.
While I wait for my brain to unfreeze so I can provide a full report (and process the helmet cam footage I shot!), check out my friend… Read the rest
Two beloved old friends, one super patient boyfriend, a mysterious phone call to a guy named Mark – and a seriously kick-ass descent down the frigid south road on Mt Diablo.
Clouds, shivers, and big, juicy turns. Yummy.
Extra props to buddy Burr Purnell who agreed to be “the dude… Read the rest
Just a little behind the scenes action in which one of these Seattle hooligans talks unending smack about the Washington vs. Oregon Grail de la Grunge battle. Brad Ross intervenes. There is hat of questionable taste involved.
By way of back-story, Slate Olson (Rapha) and crew retrieved the coveted grail… Read the rest
The second episode of our Cyclocross Video Series is imminent and I suspect it will contain some footage of me suffering at the hands of my bicycle. So, before the truth comes out (that damn camera never lies!), I’d like to present my… Read the rest version of the race report.
The Pre-Race
(or… how not to start your cyclocross season)
I got the flu.
I was in denial for a few days until the morning I woke up with a three-alarm fever and body aches from here to Kansas. I’m not a graceful invalid (actually, I’m not really graceful at anything), so… Read the rest
Your eyes do not deceive you. That is my trusty inner tube that is all sucked up into my rear derailleur (and wrapped around my brake/circumnavigating the gears).
It was a grand soft evening out at Portland International Raceway. The Yakima boys opened the doors to the School of Cross… Read the rest
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It rained.
It was a week ago and people groaned because it was a three-day weekend.
But me? I woke up and did a jumping jack triple-fist-pump underneath the attic skylight. I jumped up and said, “It’s… Read the rest
If you didn’t see the “Performance” music video that the Wend crew blogged a few days ago, you should definitely check it out. My favorite part? Well, there are lots of them. But the “booty-licious” row of bike-pump backup girls is right up there. Old-school Hammer Nutrition bibs and all.… Read the rest
