Hello, Alliance. How are you this morning? Me? Oh, I’m doing fine. After sleeping for about more or less all of yesterday, I feel much…
An artist’s soul is tortured? Fuck you it is. The artist is a thing of pity that everyone tries to understand because at some point they…
I was at the top of the ledge. There was a shelf that I was standing on and this made me look directly down the…
We are at the Peace Tree in Moab. It’s Saturday morning and we are procuring sustenance and coffee. Our heads are fuzzy from driving five…
It was a beautiful autumnal morning. And I started it in the best possible way, by setting up tubeless on four wheels. If you can…
Dear Abby, Some of the last words I said to you right before you left for New York were, “Don’t forget your cup!” You looked at…
So I hopped on over to the place on the interwebs where all things Rumored about the Bike World are archived. The first thing to…