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…
I’m fucking bald. I wasn’t always this way, but I’ve been hair challenged for over a decade meaning that my hairline retreated from the battle of daily combing…
When Thugs Cry showed up in my attic apartment that I lived in when my mooseknuckle was forced into an insulated closet and white stuff…
The Red Rock Casino is a little high brow for KB and I, but inside the confines of said establishment exists a wonderful little place…
Every fall, around the St. George Marathon, my dad and I get together to do something that is a bit outside of the mainstream, even for…
The cycling industry has traditions. Some of them have been going on for centuries and others, just for decades. And some of them probably started…
Sometimes I wish that I could take photographs that mirrored perfectly the image that I see in my mind’s eye. I’ll often sit and stare…