it’s finally summer in utah. bike mojo is...
where's the nearest meat market, and how do I...
Could pen a long, boring race report on the High Uintas Classic…or sum it up with this: Missed RR break, rode TT cold, knocked out five primes in the (rainingfunasballs) crit, 5th overall. and vaunted champion of this contest at the awards ceremony. carla says i’m officially a whore. i can live with that.
Is it national "Mow Down a Cyclist" month?
have come within inches of being ended three times in the past week…ex-messenger spidey senses were useless, and all were the fault of the automobile. between Brynn Barton being killed by a hit and run last week locally, and friend/former coworker Zach Parke encountering the same fate in Santa Cruz the day after, i’m losing faith.
fuel for 7-hour drives: Okay, so I failed miserably at Gila-ing the shit out of the blog stuff. Whatever. Long story short: Second in the GC. Jockeyesque guy who slayed my ass by a minute was pretty untouchable on climbs. Took two minutes out of him in the TT (and won it by a hefty margin), but it wasn’t enough, and I was spent by the last day. Live. Learn. Crush. Repeat. ONWARDS! ...