Change of Tone

I’m a bit shammed to admit that I didn’t catch it until a friend pointed it out a few weeks ago, but there’s been a change of tone in these pages. Of course there are still some of those over wrought posts where I perhaps dwell too much on the past and how maybe riding … Continue reading Change of Tone

Otto Miller

Justin was having one of those magic leg days. He’d raced the day before and just missed out on the top 10. Today he was absolutely flying. He showed us that when he’d lit the pace on NW Newberry. Joe and I didn’t even try, we just let him go. He had been sitting for … Continue reading Otto Miller

Dead Dog

I stared at the mostly decayed remains of what appeared to have been a dog for close to two minutes. Though it could have been thirty-seconds, its always hard to tell when one is not only faced with the mortality of all things, but is also lost in thought. The skeleton had, for the most … Continue reading Dead Dog

Larch Mountain.

“I’m always tired after riding to work”  Lindsey say before laughing and telling me “My ride to work is probably nothing to you?”“I rode forty miles this morning” I respond.“ Don’t you ever get tired!” She countered. “Yes, I’m beat. I could lay down and go to sleep right now.” With the exception of a … Continue reading Larch Mountain.

Some Other Feelings

Last week I posted about wanting sense of camaraderie that was so obvious in those TOC Rapha videos. That's a good feeling, whether its exploring new roads, a plush stretch of single track, or practicing wall rides on a dam that just happens to be in a cemetery. All good things. Yesterday I reacquainted myself with … Continue reading Some Other Feelings