The one unanimous thing known about National Trail is that it is a hard mother fucking trail. 16 miles of singltrack so bitter sweet. The first time I rode it was in 93. It’s been pretty much the same since. Brutal up. Brutal Down.
Mmmmmm,
Every year, I haul ass as hard as I can. Most of [...]
The Squealer happened. So what if it’s tuesday and that was last Saturday. Jim’s got the result. You can’t beat that with a bunny. That one rock on the left was tricky wasn’t it? I think I sharted once…maybe twice. Otherwise, Brian Bennet came flying by so stinking fast, jeez. Usually I’m all pensive [...]
Djamolidine pissed everyone off.
Self made it out to the Wednesday night crit last night. My clinchers sat at 40psi before I aired them up. It’s been a while.
What a hoot.
I believe my actions split the field a bit and when the counter came, I had no ticket.
That’s the way it goes.
The boys in blue, otherwise [...]
Ten years after Jamie Fallon’s passing I was escorted by Brice Brob and Broc to his non descript memorial on the mountainside last weekend. I lived here in 96. I live here now. Finding his memorial has been on my list for that long. I believe Lars concocked the thing & it is brilliant along [...]