Even Pros Get the Blues

I think that maybe the overwhelming desire of amateurs to look and try to be PRO is starting to fade. At the very least the over emphasis on “looking pro” is starting to fade. As a trend it is being replaced by an emphasis on adventure and “fun”. Though it often bears repeating that what... Continue Reading →

Stickers and Badges

  My first years of college were spent as a music major. As such I had to attend ear training classes that didn’t just involve hearing a pitch, in relations to others, and getting it down on a page. I could handle that. What I couldn’t do however was sing those notes back. Maybe it... Continue Reading →

Desperately Seeking Middle Ground

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 →

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 →

Scattered Thoughts

I missed Monday’s post because I’ve been working on some freelance stuff but I wanted to drop a few quick words here. These things have rattling around in my head a bit. They might become a full blow post at some point. - Road season is truly here! -Monday I had my eyes checked. The... Continue Reading →

Wanting all the Things

Signe and I just moved up out of the suburbs and down into Seattle’s city limits. A move that shortens her car commute to … well I don’t know but it can’t be more than ten miles because Seattle isn’t all that big. For me, if I find the right route and don’t get too... Continue Reading →

The Good Kind of Frustration

It took us five days, over the course of three weeks to move our possessions first from a storage space and then from Signe’s Mom’s place, which is where Signe has been living for the past year and where I’ve called home since mid-January. We signed the lease almost a year to the day that... Continue Reading →

From the Cheap Seats.

It all begins, if you’ll pardon this terrible abuse of language, with a start… or rather starts. After four races I can tell you that I am terrible at starts. Like I just said I’ve lined up for four races and with the exception of one, where I had an a front row call up... Continue Reading →

Parts Per Rider

There were some racers on the Thursday ride this week, at least I thought them as much based on their looks, or it could have been that the two of them were talking about local teams and getting other fast guys from California. I don’t know the scene here, which is the source of ignorance... Continue Reading →

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