racing

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

What a difference a year makes.
2008: I decide to give road racing a shot. My first race goes well – a relatively fast-paced Banana Belt 3. The pack stays together until the field is obliterated up the last climb and I finish comfortably in the middle of the pack.… Read the rest

I hate rollers.  I’ve always hated rollers.
I hated them last year during the Covered Bridges 200k and I hate them now, at this moment, on this circuit called Sublime, in this town called Sublimity.
Cruel.  All of it. I can see it come together.
The race organizers smirking while… Read the rest

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