I am spoiled. Completely and utterly and hopelessly spoiled. I have singletrack that I can ride from the front door. And when the summer temperatures are overbearing and oppressive and tyrannical, I can drive for a few minutes into the cool shade and crisp air of the mountains and ride unbelievably spectacular trails. But on [...]
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I had sat down to work together a write-up about the Tour de France, and the various and farcical controversies that flittered through the peleton during this year’s edition of the Grand Tour. The Armstrong demise amid the ongoing Landis accusations—who now claims Armstrong to be the Santa Claus of cycling*—the crashes and cobbles, head-butts [...]
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Sometimes you hammer. And others, you stop and smell the flowers. Related posts:Details
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One of the reason’s I enjoy watching the Tour de France, and the other Grand Tours is the wide variety of riding styles showcased. From the raw and emotional sprinting, to the rythmic, light climbing, there seems to be a rider who exemplifies some unique and distinct style. Take Thomas Voeckler for example. He rocks [...]
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It’s July. And that means heat. Intense, ovebearing, opressive heat. There are but 3 ways to ride a bike without completely melting into a gooey mass: 1) Ride early or ride late. 2) Ride at elevation. 3) Stay home and eat popsicles. This morning Jeff, Aaron, Keith and I opted for a combination of 1 [...]
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In September 2009 I raced the inaugural Park City Point to Point endurance race. 78 miles. 12,000 vertical gain. Unbelievable singletrack. I had a solid race. Good legs. A toothy grin. And a sharp mind. But a late mechanical, and some of my own boneheaded miscalculations left me restless for redemption. Or at the very [...]
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I can’t quite explain my growing disdain for Lance Armstrong. There was a time, not long ago, that I openly cheered for him. I loved watching him ride up the hill, leaving Jan Ullrich, Joseba Beloki, Ivan Basso, and so many others behind, completely demoralized and defeated. I thought that when he stole a stage [...]
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A few of my favorite photos from the Dixie Lite mountain bike race.
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Narrow singletrack. Creek crossings. Roots. Rocks. Switchbacks. Steep climbs. White knuckle descents. And all above 8,000 feet. The Utah Open at Solitude resort is the quintessential mountain bike course. It is brutal and tough and relentless. An instant of casual disregard will lead to an altercation with a tree, an unexpected hairpin, or becoming reacquainted—up [...]
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