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December 20th 2012

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Bike riding in paradise is serious business. Flat tires are especially serious.

Posted at 7:51pm and tagged with: cycling, colombia, vittoria, pitstop, manizales, flat,.

April 9th 2012

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Rest week top-offs, and bourbon lemon French toast for Easter brek. Life is good. 

The new residence has PILES of big dirt roads to shred - something felt right about thrashing my Dogma 2 with (admirably performing) 23c tires on some pretty sketch loose-over-hard doubletrack the day before PR.

Remember: CO2 is for rich people, and frame pumps make excellent billyclubs in a pinch.

Posted at 11:26am and tagged with: competitive cyclist racing team, cycling, dirt, dogma 2, dogma k, french toast, logan, nate king, pinarello, training, utah, vittoria, weekend ride,.

March 11th 2012

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Welcome to spring training in the Wasatch, Competitive Cyclist Racing Team edition. Mine and Ben’s offering to Things Organized Neatly. 

Swing season in full-effect. Stashable layers, improving power zones, and thumping beats to get the thrash on. Five bucks for the mid-ride waffle and frites stop, and you can almost swear you’ve been transported to the Low Countries. Except the sun’s out, the beer costs more than water, and there’s nary a cobble in sight.

Posted at 7:31pm and tagged with: full width, giordana, cycleops, powertap, joule, chamois butter, gita, dmt, catlike, smith optics, competitive cyclist, competitive cyclist racing team, nate king, vittoria, cleanbottle, skullcandy, things organized neatly, cycling, bikes, nate king,.

Welcome to spring training in the Wasatch, Competitive Cyclist Racing Team edition. Mine and Ben’s offering to Things Organized Neatly.  Swing season in full-effect. Stashable layers, improving power zones, and thumping beats to get the thrash on. Five bucks for the mid-ride waffle and frites stop, and you can almost swear you’ve been transported to the Low Countries. Except the sun’s out, the beer costs more than water, and there’s nary a cobble in sight.