The Everyday Athlete

Life and circumstances have conspired to keep me from the roller races tonight, but I managed to sneak over to the Oregon Manifest bike show yesterday long enough to ogle some seriously sexy handmade steel, and a few other delights. I’m heading off in every different direction today, but here are some snaps to tide you [...]   Read More...

Sometimes Portland is so freaking cool it can’t even stand to be in the same room with itself. I mean, seriously. The whole over-the-top bike-crazy city thing is what it is, but then there’s totally over-the-top, weekend-long, all-out cycling mayhem. Like Oregon Manifest. Turn out to the show this weekend to see the best of the best [.....   Read More...

Quote from a friend last week, “I am getting so fucking annoyed that everyone who races ‘cross can’t bring themselves to talk about anything besides fucking ‘cross!” Don’t worry. I cut him off. He’s off the friend list. At least until mid-December when I’ll probably have to grovel my way back into his...   Read More...

I had to kill a bird to get the ‘cross gods to bless me with a remount. Since then my front wheel is a magnet for suicidal vermin. Squirrels dodging underneath my mud tires, looking for an easy way to end the pain of losing the backyard battle to my anti-squirrel boyfriend. The bird was one [...]   Read More...

I’ve wanted a BMX bike for three years. Every year, I ask for one for my birthday. Last year I got a Dutch cruiser instead. This year, I spent all the allotted birthday money throwing a big-assed party. I’ve got a secret crush on BMX culture. The perfect way the boys get their boxers to show [...]   Read More...