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26th May 2012

Video reblogged from YOU MIGHT FIND YOURSELF with 555 notes

youmightfindyourself:

howtotalktogirlsatparties: A drunk Bill Murray hosts a tour of the Moonrise Kingdom set and talks about his patchwork madras pants.

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24th May 2012

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Dope.

Dope.

23rd May 2012

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Hey, hey! Watch that right hand, now.

Hey, hey! Watch that right hand, now.

21st May 2012

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So, Robbie McEwen is done with racing now.  He was one of those guys that was easy to hate but he always made the sprints contested.  If nothing else, popping wheelies over the top of the Tourmalet earns you mad respect in my book.

So, Robbie McEwen is done with racing now. He was one of those guys that was easy to hate but he always made the sprints contested. If nothing else, popping wheelies over the top of the Tourmalet earns you mad respect in my book.

21st May 2012

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Baller Boonen perhaps letting his life on the west side in the AToC get the better of him.  I just wish I had seem him dropping this sign at some point in Sagan’s face whilst crossing the line.

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Baller Boonen perhaps letting his life on the west side in the AToC get the better of him. I just wish I had seem him dropping this sign at some point in Sagan’s face whilst crossing the line.

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5th October 2011

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bonedeth:

Cross fucking rules.

bonedeth:

Cross fucking rules.

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9th September 2011

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“Bruce had me up to three miles a day, really at a good pace. We’d run the three miles in twenty-one or twenty-two minutes. Just under eight minutes a mile [Note: when running on his own in 1968, Lee would get his time down to six-and-a half minutes per mile]. So this morning he said to me “We’re going to go five.” I said, “Bruce, I can’t go five. I’m a helluva lot older than you are, and I can’t do five.” He said, “When we get to three, we’ll shift gears and it’s only two more and you’ll do it.” I said “Okay, hell, I’ll go for it.” So we get to three, we go into the fourth mile and I’m okay for three or four minutes, and then I really begin to give out. I’m tired, my heart’s pounding, I can’t go any more and so I say to him, “Bruce if I run any more,” —and we’re still running-“if I run any more I’m liable to have a heart attack and die.” He said, “Then die.” It made me so mad that I went the full five miles. Afterward I went to the shower and then I wanted to talk to him about it. I said, you know, “Why did you say that?” He said, “Because you might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physical or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level.”

youmightfindyourself:

“Bruce had me up to three miles a day, really at a good pace. We’d run the three miles in twenty-one or twenty-two minutes. Just under eight minutes a mile [Note: when running on his own in 1968, Lee would get his time down to six-and-a half minutes per mile]. So this morning he said to me “We’re going to go five.” I said, “Bruce, I can’t go five. I’m a helluva lot older than you are, and I can’t do five.” He said, “When we get to three, we’ll shift gears and it’s only two more and you’ll do it.” I said “Okay, hell, I’ll go for it.” So we get to three, we go into the fourth mile and I’m okay for three or four minutes, and then I really begin to give out. I’m tired, my heart’s pounding, I can’t go any more and so I say to him, “Bruce if I run any more,” —and we’re still running-“if I run any more I’m liable to have a heart attack and die.” He said, “Then die.” It made me so mad that I went the full five miles. Afterward I went to the shower and then I wanted to talk to him about it. I said, you know, “Why did you say that?” He said, “Because you might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physical or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level.”

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1st September 2011

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Joshua sends in his friend Brian’s bike:

This is my friend Brian’s bike.  Sometimes he will decide to ride 500 miles in a week and then do it.  This bike might see as many miles on dirt roads as smooth tarmac.  On the inside of the chainstay it says “chase beauty”.  Check out the stem!  It’s slammed and beautiful!  I’m jealous of this bike.  It makes me want to attain to better things.

That is the goal this site - to get you to attain to better things.
pssst…brian…clean your chain.

slamthatstem:

Joshua sends in his friend Brian’s bike:

This is my friend Brian’s bike. Sometimes he will decide to ride 500 miles in a week and then do it. This bike might see as many miles on dirt roads as smooth tarmac. On the inside of the chainstay it says “chase beauty”. Check out the stem! It’s slammed and beautiful! I’m jealous of this bike. It makes me want to attain to better things.

That is the goal this site - to get you to attain to better things.

pssst…brian…clean your chain.

Tagged: circle adirty chain

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31st August 2011

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River Gorge Omnium Race Report

This race is awesome. A time trial, (we both skipped it) a downtown twilight criterium, and a legit mountain-top finish road race.

I don’t know if there are few prospects more daunting than lining up for a Cat. 4 crit. How about a Cat. 4 crit with 80 Cat.4’s all greased up and ready for Cat.4 glory. 80. Eight-ee. 20 less than 100.

I figured the best thing to do was ride near the front, stay out of trouble, and get positioned at the end for the sprint. I was having a good time on the second turn of the course, the fastest, smoothest, widest turn that immediately funneled down into the most narrow section of road. I’d blast through and let momentum bring me back up any spots I might have lost during the previous lap. Last lap, last corner, and I came out of it in a good position to unleash a winning sprint……if I had one. I came around a few riders and no one passed me so, not all that bad, 8th place. Travis was right back there in 16th I think but we were both ready for what for us would be the main event the next day.

I think Travis and I both fancy ourselves as climbers(ish). I met up with him and Ed Merritt at the start and we waited eagerly for the guy with the bullhorn and pith helmet to release us. Travis said that he had “electricity in his legs”

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“Buzzin’”

I had mixed feelings at the start.

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“Legs good, bowels bad.”

I pretty much rode the RR like the crit-near the front where you could see the meth dogs coming. We hit the bottom of the Col du Coon and it hurt bad for a long time. I crossed over in 9th, Travis was somewhere down the line a bit, ask him. All I know is his smile seems a bit strained afterwards.


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“We’ve got a power outage in the lower sectors”

I’d like to maybe come back to this race next year without taking 5 months off the bike and see what could happen. It really is awesome to have a finish like this with such strong fields.

Bici Coop: we got a little roadie in us.

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p.s. one month till cross(!)

26th August 2011

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