“I've been doing what you told me to do.” I looked at Ed with what I assumed was a mild panic. We hadn't seen him in a while, he's on a team, gets a discount at some other shop, and only comes in when he's on a ride and having problems. I can't remember what … Continue reading Last Post
My first cycling clothes were either bought second hand from the battered and blown out cycling section of Next Adventure, or scrounged from the "seconds" rack at Performance bike. Nothing matched, jerseys were either too large, or gut hugging tight, and the bibs (washed at least twice before being worn) were often stretched thin, and … Continue reading Kit Consumption.
Suffering was very en vogue when I first got back into cycling. Which fit me well since it was an aspect of what I’d been experiencing as I played at being someone who climbed mountains. These days however, the S word isn't bandied about as much as it once was. You hear it on a … Continue reading On Not Suffering
I was in Portland this last weekend for the first time in (what feels like) a while. Since December I think. On the drive down I realized that I hadn’t ridden in town alone since I moved away over a year ago, and I made plans to out for a solo outing. Friday wasn’t going … Continue reading Desperately Seeking Middle Ground
I haven’t kept a written, traditional training log for a few months now. I started riding toward my 2014 goals with a green and white covered Composition Book that was the intended target for my ride notes: Time, Distance, A written description of the loop along with my general impressions of the ride. Sometimes story … Continue reading Written Record
The enigma that is Kaplemuur Independent released a video manifesto last week which laid forth what bikes should be about. In short, they are for anything that can be done with a bike. There was an impromptu #forbikes twitter shout-outs and it was great to see what made people excited about cycling. I skipped out … Continue reading #FORBIKES
Its safe to say that I’m not happy right now. The cycle of moving every couple of weeks, not know where I’m going to be staying until the very last minute has me left feeling unsettled and unable to focus. It could be that, or it could be that the Lady and I now live … Continue reading Threshold of Happiness
Things start to breakdown when I've missed too much time on the bike. I'm so far past the point of my commute fulfilling the need that it does little to quell the Beast, even after taking the bus for a week. My focus vanishes. Anger will rise in my belly and without an outlet I … Continue reading To Go Without.