March 2012
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“I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept...”
– Steinbeck
This might be my new official life quote.
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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.
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February 2012
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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...
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Seasoned Veterans:
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...
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Day Six.
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...
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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...
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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...
