I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept...– Steinbeck This might be my new official life quote.
In honor of Pie Day...yesterday. →
A quick team blog post enlightening the world on where to procure the best-of-the-best when it comes to baked goods in Utard.
The Island of Lost Boys
2012 Competitive Cyclist Racing Team camp is over. I pen my missive from the lowly “A” terminal of the humble TUS (realworld name: Tucson International Airport). Our stalwart Uruguay squad has departed on their 24-hour slog to South America, leaving the intrepid T. Shelden and I behind to fend for ourselves at the airport bar. The past week has been a rush of unmodulated (and...
Know their own bodies. Enter scene today - shredder team pacelining on Paco’s wheel. Begin feeling haggard. Knee begins to feel haggard thanks to some position adjustments I haven’t adapted to yet. Instead of taking a breather on the back, I kept pushing it. Knee begins screaming in pain. Nate falls off the back. Gord drops back and feeds me valuable advice on the preceding...
It’s day six of my first training camp as a professional cyclist, and really my first “training camp” ever. We’re still basking in the February sun of Tucson, AZ, a far cry from the frosty climes of my training base of Salt Lake City. I’m still a little in awe. My experience is (extremely) limited, but I feel like there’s no better team for a neo-pro cyclist to start his career with. What...
The Credo of Treviso
Is no longer steel. I’m a little young to have sampled the frames Pinarello chiseled from the earth’s crust for Der Kaiser, but I now understand what riders talk about when they say “…it’s a Pina,” and reference their Torayca-laid wunderbikes. I’ll admit, I used to be a bit of a hater. “Oh, nearly all carbon frames ride the same”, I’d...
Three days to training camp.
I know it’s been a mellow winter when I see a forecast of 45 with a 50% chance of snow and opt to spend my day on the trainer instead of outside. Hey, at least it’ll help out my Chilblains (aka “Warehouse Trenchfoot”), yeah? Yes, I am still alive - still riding. Shooting pretty pictures of beautiful bikes (read: working) takes a certain creative (and mental) toll that I...