Vive Le Tour: The Contendadors
Yesterday I was talking to my friend Scott about (what else) the Tour de France. He missed the morning ride, and more importantly, the post-ride coffee where we analyze the previous day’s stage over vodka-valium lattes. So in a flurry…
The Fine Art of Rest
Coach Rick’s mantra is “train hard, rest harder”. It’s great advice, but if you are an “A” type borderline OCD individual like I suspect most of us are, resting is hard. It is also hard to think of lying around…
I Can’t Bear It
After a week of vicarious crashing and racing I am spent. And it’s a good thing, otherwise I would be very, very bitter about missing out on the 24 hours of Falcon Ridge endurance race this weekend. Why, you ask, would…
We are Live – But Just Barely
After an agonizing week of radio silence, the Cable Guy cometh and fixed the bloody TV – and bloody it is, with more carnage in the Tour this year than a John Woo movie. Unfortunately the Cable Guy cometh just…
We Are Experiencing Technical Difficulties
God hates me. Now I am convinced. I watch TV once a year, for a three week period in July during a little bike race called the Tour de France. For me it is a culmination of the Stanley Cup…
Jersey Boys, an Addendum
Well, it just goes to show the power of the written word. After reading my review of their team jerseys, Garmin Cervélo and Team Sky have gone back to the drawing board (or hired new designers) and changed things up so…
Jersey Boys, Part Deux
Mon Dieu!! It is practically Tour de France Eve and I have left you all hanging on the edge of your saddles, waiting for the second half of my review of the 2011 team jerseys. Shame on me!! I have…
Fast Women
“I think the bicycle has done more to emancipate women than anything else in the world. It gives a woman a feeling of freedom and self-reliance. The moment she takes her seat she knows she can’t get into harm unless…
Playing in the Sandbox
I don’t generally ride fat tires, but this sweet video makes me want to. Thanks for the link, Scottie! Hopefully Leadville doesn’t have so many jumps.
Memory Lane: The Family Car
We never really had what you would classify as a “normal” family car. That’s me in our 1948 Singer 9HP roadster convertible – a car so Britishy it even had right hand drive. I loved it and never really understood…