Mountain biking events, in a way, are like rock concerts: The fans like to get boozed up and make a ruckus, but it's all outside and security is super loose.
You can take the redneck, gear-jammin' fool out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the redneck
Sitting still is killing me.
Seems like there's a lot of talk about a recession and the current low in buying that's putting the hurt on industry.
While I was standing on the Col du Galibiet, staring off into the distance at the Massif des Ecrins, I felt a real sense of pride.
Gibby's e-mail sent me into the initial stages of tailspin:
"mike...just checking to see if you're still a definite maybe for the TransRockies race...
OK, so we promised daily Interbike wrap-ups and such which expired after, what, one day?
Ever stop to consider when your ticket is going to be pulled?
There I was in Telluride, Colorado, for the 360 Degree Adventure Festival and World Cup downhill and foursome.
My bike is more rickety than Evel Knievel's bones and breaks down more often than Mariah Carey.
Don't tell anyone, but I've been getting back into racing.
"I was just wondering if anyone has thought of calling Rick Sutton and inviting him to come poach our race..."
Well, March sure as tootin' came in like a lion.
I am an idiot. I know nothing.