I have lined up on the start line of probably 200 (or more) bike races in the last decade. It is impossible to remember them all or with great detail. There are some days on the bike that I will never forget though. They are stories of triumph, failure or humor and by their very nature are stories of the extremes.
These are the races I remember.
The view from afar
April 24, 2021
Finally racing again tomorrow in Pueblo. From this great distance racing looks as beautiful as ever. I’m just not sure it matters.Read Post Read Post
Ye got any taters?
May 20, 2020
Today I was thinking about a debate from long ago that never got settled. The details of the debate don’t matter but the location does. It happened in the back of a Volvo.Read Post Read Post
February 3, 2020
The story of my first race is typical. I was way out of my element and had no idea what I was doing.Read Post Read Post
That Summer I sorta became a cyclist
January 28, 2020
There is a serenity to Midwestern farm country that can only be experienced on a bike. This is a quick history of how I discovered it and became a little better along the way.Read Post Read Post