The norm is to go for the light, less travel bike when you begin readying for a “big” ride. This usually means the rigid singlespeed…
It was the first time in months that I felt like I could just stand up and pedal. And that’s exactly what I did. The…
My feet are pointed toward the ceiling. The sweat that was dripping down my face is now rolling its way back up to my eyes. There is…
We reached the top of the Zen. Due to the climb and the allergy induced liquid filled straw I was attempting to breath through, I was…
It would be hard to describe what I am doing as being seated. The camp chair that I am flopped in lends itself to being…
They say the best way to enter the grave is to do so skidding sideways, bruised, broken, bloodied with a shit eatin’ grin screaming that…
Broken Mesa is a big ride. There are few climbs in St. George that elude me. Not many, I can certainly count them on one…