It is safe to say that I love this race. I love the fact that we can now draw on Euro's to come and crush the shit out of it. I love that it brings the bike industry together to get psyched about cyclocross. And I have loved every lung burning time I raced its velcro like surface. The lights, the fans, the crush of the people — Cross Vegas is exactly what it should be — spectacular.Read More
BBQ Purple isn't a real color, it's a feeling. You know, walking down the block with the sun setting and feeling like summer really is not going to end. The street is closed off and the drinks are all cold, maybe one of the guys — the one without kids — is going to instigate a full on water balloon riot, and then end it with the hose.Read More
The Cyclocross season is in full swing, we might as well just go ahead and admit it. No matter how we try, asking for Crits, trying to race them, and then getting shut out by their dirty younger cousin - the Cyclocross racer - we cannot fight this calendar change. A big part of the reason why it affects us, or rather me, so prominently is this man — Richard Sachs.Read More
omeone thanked me at the end of the race tonight. We were standing at the top of the little hill just after the finish line. I was sweating profusely and trying to wipe the crust away from my mouth when someone tapped my rear wheel with their front.
"This course is awesome, that was awesome, thanks for doing this."Read More
While we were in Japan, Brian Vernor mentioned that he and Chris McNally were working on a couple tshirts together. Intrigue. There were a couple of shirts on the docket and from the sounds of it they had been thought out all the way from initial photograph to execution. The one thing that they did not have covered was a way to get them out into the world. Ding!Read More