Maybe You're Better Off This Way

"Wherever a man goes, men will pursue him and paw him with their dirty institutions, and, if they can, constrain him to belong to their desperate oddfellow society."

(Henry David Thoreau)

More Fun To Watch Than Road Or Mountain Bike Racing

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Ahh, Cyclocross!... You are the Hacky-Sack of the cycling world. One minute you can be dressed like a hot dog while navigating a tough switchback on your ironically expensive and under-maintained carbon "whip", and less than forty five minutes later you can be sitting on a wall, holding a Vuvuzela, explaining passionately to your girl how the guy on the Cannondale wearing the Bob Marley dreads cut you off right before the last stretch of singletrack...while still comfortably dressed like a hot dog.

Mongo's Man Crush...Mischo Erban

Turn the volume up and... Click Here For Awesomeness!!!

Brotherhood Of The Damned

Mongo has finally relented and given up. I once defended the ideals and magnificence of a sport built on cheating and lies. It has taken a long, long time, but now I see it clearly. Professional Cycling is a bubbling cauldron of incestuous, self-preserving, mob-mentality, Gumbo.

When was the last time you heard a top rider call anyone out...for anything? Sure, they'll bitch about rules or course conditions, but ask them to address doping, or other riders, or questionable teams, and they'll clam up like they're all patched-in members of SAMCRO.

Everyone...from team owners to team managers, from Tour winners to can't-miss prodigies, have either something to gain, something to hide, or something to lose. Nobody wants to threaten their own piece of the pie.

It will only be from outside agencies and pressures that any true reform will happen with the integrity, or lack thereof, of Professional Cycling. And do we really want it...or care?

What Will $1281.00 Get You On Ebay?

1979 Kryptonics "Micke Alba" K-Beam...Tracker trucks/Sims wheels

Pawns For A Pauper's Son

Be careful what you wish for

Because one day it might happen

Then all old dreams and fantasies

Collide with life's realities

Potential New Whip

Quit Your Whining!...This Was Cyclocross In The 1930's

Sanne Van Paassen: Keeping Brains Clean

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Not A Bad Way To Spend A Saturday

Power To Weight Ratio: They Might Be On To Something

Today was one of those "look in the mirror" kind of days on the bike. I will preface this by saying that Mongo went 50.2 miles, door to door from the house, at an average speed of 19.2 mph. I rode with teammates, "Stephen King's "Thinner"" Tom, and "I Snuck Out Of The House, Please Don't Tell My Wife" Steven.

Once again I am troubled by the fact that...I am getting older and my window for "Cat 5 Domination" is closing. I am surrounded by mostly younger and quicker friends and teammates who are improving as fast or faster than I am. Also, the eight hundred pound gorilla in the room actually is an eight hundred pound gorilla.

The "only" way I'm going to become the racer I think I should be is to lose at least twenty pounds of fat without losing any of my muscle mass or density. All of Mongo's self-deprecating fat jokes aside, this would actually be a tough task. I don't know if I'm built that way or, if truth be told, and it is, I want to be. The diet and lifestyle change would have to be dramatic...and what's the payoff?

Up And Down The Boulevard

Painted veils and submarine eyes

Living in lounges of no return

Holding on for the song that's never to play

Betrayed affections in the light of the dark

Hogaaan!!!