They are fast. Stupidly fast. If they get a flat and a wheel change it takes them about 90 seconds to catch back to a big-ringing group, and that’s with no motorpacing assistance. If they stop at a traffic light, they accelerate up to 28mph before settling back down to cruising pace. Fast is their […]

If there’s anything I learned at Texas A&M, its that traditions are important, even when they’re stupid, sadistic and involve holding up football scores for dead dogs (more on that story at a later date). Anyhow, this past weekend we observed the tradition of riding our bikes in a big circle for 24 hours. Why […]

Minus 10 miles: We ask the pointed question: is the small municipality of Dripping Springs ready to handle an influx of 4000 cars? Er, no. Mile 0: Wahoo bike riding. 4000 spandex-clad people roll across the start line. Mile 5: In an attempt to get ‘girls just want to have fun,’ (the song playing when […]

Just in case you thought I’d be slacking on this 90 mile ride I’ve been asking for donations for – think again. Miles 30 through 50 might kill me. Really.

Thank god for cool bosses who let me go outside for recess when the whole work thing just isn’t doing it for me.

The Dirt Derby’s held every Tuesday night in the early spring, out in Del Valle, southeast of town. As one dude said, probably the most fun you can have on Tuesday night with your clothes on. Twenty-five minutes of sprinting around a moto-cross track with thirty or so other riders. Fun drops, banked turns, stadium […]

Actually, it was really about 19 hours of Rocky Hill. We took a nap because there was a freaking arctic gale moving through Smithville on Saturday night. I had an epic endo at the bottom of Fat Chucks Demise that threw me into a ditch off the side of the road. Rad. I almost ran […]