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Leaving the PRB
On Monday I took up an invite to leave the bubble and take the 25 minute bus trip to the USA. Big step. Although I leave Boulder reasonably often, it is almost always up (in elevation) or away (in distance, to the Mountains). Rarely do I head into the city. Which is a shame, because […]
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The rules
Dab. The game of concentration and frustration. Most riders have played it, but maybe not to the extent it was taken today. This post is about clarifications; each group of friends will have separate rules and regulations that must be adhered to. Ours were developed during the first three minutes of todays excellent ride. After […]
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Classic
Within three days of moving to Colorado, I was made aware of Kenosha Pass. For a while, it held a magical place in my mind; only ever mentioned with the most amazing of cycling experiences. Each person that had been fortunate to have ridden its hallowed dirt came back with stories of above treeline wonder […]
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KOTR
Winter Park is barely thirty miles from Boulder. You would think that nothing could significantly change in that distance. In fact, its a good job it is no longer possible to drive over Rollins pass; the direct route into the Grand Valley may provide too large of an atmosphere change to handle successfully. As it […]
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List of demands
We’ve all seen the “how to make racing more awesome” advice guides before. I’m not planning on writing one of those. But this post is about how racing could be made more awesome. Fine balance indeed. The main difference here is that I will not be advocating for cheaper entry fees or cash for the […]
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Getting away from it (and closer, too)
No agenda or destination was needed. We barely even had a plan at 2pm on Friday afternoon. Just an idea of what we wanted to happen and the desire to see if through. The desire to be away from everything. CTL+ALT+DEL for a weekend. Training wasn’t going to get in the way. Work wasn’t going […]
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Steamboat Stung
12 months ago, we road tripped to steamboat with a Toyota full of enthusiasm and beer to Steamboat for the first running of the 50 mile Stinger. After finishing 6th, I was determined to be back and get on the podium. With perfect preparation, Saturday showed me that sometimes you’re not supposed to ride your bike. […]
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Bread
It shouldn’t be so hard to come by, it shouldn’t be such a taboo, but sating my desire is becoming increasingly difficult. It is a fact that Marijuana is more readily available in Boulder than good quality bread. Wheaty gluteny goodness; Its all I ask. I don’t want sweet soft malleable white sponge. I want […]
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12 hours of uphill
I shift into the large chainring. I’m not looking up; not looking at the trail ahead or the terrain to come. I’m simply staring bleary eyed at where my bars join my stem. Its a struggle to lift my head enough to see past my front wheel, but I know what’s coming. I’ve been here […]
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The little things
Life at a slower pace. Two wheels come at a price; a price I am happy to pay over and over again on any day of the week, but sometimes an enforced break is the exact remedy you didn’t know you were looking for. The fee for riding bikes is missing out on the little […]