P. L. and R.
I prefer to show up late to Keg Camp. This is highly uncharacteristic of me, but with this group and this much booze, it’s best…
At some point, I stepped in a large pile of shit. But let’s back up a bit to put that in context. The above photo…
There’s an exquisite pleasure linked to pain. Let’s be honest, as cyclists, we are all masochists. It’s the only logical motivation behind our insanity. There…
After Sunday’s beating, I thought it would be best to get out and spin the legs for a few hours. Nothing hard, just let things…
It would be reasonable to say that I am bruised and broken. Or at least it would be if I was a normal human being that could…
Goose pulling (also called gander pulling, goose riding or pulling the goose) was a blood sport practiced in parts of the Netherlands, Belgium, England and…
I’ve ridden the Green Valley Race Course exactly three times. Those three times have occurred in the last two weeks. I wouldn’t be lying if…