cyclocross

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

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

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

Katie Compton is core.
In fact, she’s about as core as it gets.
At Cross Vegas this year, the announcer noted that “Katie Compton doesn’t even lose handshakes” which is to say that she has a competitive spirit that is downright scary.… Read the rest
Couple this tenacity with an almost unfair amount

The tree comes for me.  I see it as I climb the horseshoe hill in a small gear, but I still think the inside line looks better.  Taking the inside line on the first hairpin turn leaves me set up to take the outside line for the second, where the… Read the rest

The pumpkins at Kruger’s Farm are rotting.  Slow decay.  Fuzzy green beards where children might have carved geometric faces.  These are Halloween’s rejects.  Piled gourd-corpses littering the fields and lumped next to abandoned red wagons.
It’s colder than a well-digger’s elbow and the cornfields are blanketed in low fog.  Beyond… Read the rest