The Guerciotti Project: The Reveal

At long last I can share with you the finished product. The whole affair took longer than the gestation period of a human baby (exactly a year, in fact), and like most babies, it was a hell of a lot…

April 24

Not one to be deterred, Terry donned his favourite race kit and sparkling white shoes, and pumped his tyres to an immoderate 160 psi. “In your face, Mother Nature!”, he screamed in Italian, as he sped off through the slush,…

Random Acts

CycleChick headquarters has gone through some changes of late. The army of minions is ever-growing, and minions need stuff like desks, pay checks, orientations, and health plans. World domination, as it turns out, is quite time consuming. But time has…

Day 8: The Forbidden City

If you ask most cyclists where the birthplace of cycling is, the majority will say “Italy”. Those that don’t are likely either French or Belgian, and are most probably drunk. When I think about cycling in the classic sense, the…

Actif Epica 2014

I was not feeling confident going into Actif Epica this year. I was plagued with equipment problems, and then there was the added factor of this being the harshest winter we have experienced in these parts since the Depression. But I…

In Your Face, Winter

Sunday morning ride with JP and David. -28°C temperature, -42 windchill. 35 kilometers. Espressos, a flat tire, and some dancing. In your face, winter.

The Glorious Indignity of Winter, Part 2

Terry has had it with winter, so he decided to go for a road ride on Sunday. He asked his wife’s permission, because that is what we do when we want to stay married. She told him he could go,…

BarnCross 2014

Roosters and barns go together like ham and eggs, so for the third year in a row, Dark Red Racing & friends spent a frigid Sunday afternoon giving old man winter the middle finger salute by racing our bikes in…

Actif Epica Recon

With Actif Epica three short weeks away, organizers arranged a little recon ride today to give registered racers a small taste of the 130(ish) kilometre course. David discovered it tastes a lot like blood.Young David tried to french kiss a…

The Glorious Indignity of Winter

This winter has been cruel. Even by Winnipeg standards. For much of December and well into January, temperatures reached an ungodly -40°C (that’s -40ºF for you Yanks, and -30°C for those of you do don’t believe in wind chill) and…

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