Ah summer. The most ironic of the seasons, since there is so much riding and bike related goodness going on, there is no time to write about it. The CycleFamily vacation ended just in time for me to hop on…
Now that the Tour is over, it’s time to pack up the CycleFamily car and take a much needed vacation. Baby isn’t coming, but rather staying home to rest up for Muddy Waters. Baby doesn’t like yucky camping. I’m off…
Poor Andy. This was the second year in a row he’s lost the Tour de France because he can’t time trial worth a damn – AND he had to do it in a yellow onesie. But before we judge to…
As I sat on the edge of the couch watching the Tour this morning, trying to hear Phil over the sound of the hammer drill, something incredible happened. I was struck by the realization I was actually rooting for Alberto…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…

