In case you were wondering just what the Giro d'Ville is, or why 40 dudes might choose to race mountain bikes for four days in rugged terrain, or why it would be called the Giro, or what hatchets have to do with any of it, or what you should do with your memorial day weekend next year, or any of that...Mr. Wooten has you covered. 

2013 Giro d'Ville from Adventure Seen on Vimeo.

The pink jersey, by the way, has returned to the Foof. 
Giddyup, up, up to that. 

Dreaming Pink

Annnnnnd POP!  The laurel springs open, the rains slow, and the Giro looms bright, right around the corner.  As if on queue, 75 degrees and sunshine for memorial day weekend.  I do love spring.

To make matters even more terrific, the cicadas are booming, and Saturday night is the full moon.  If ever there were a good night for an all night rally, it'd be Saturday.

Of course, there is an all-night rally to be had to for the masses, if that's your gig.  Good luck, bro.  My very loose prediction is you scare some guys and then flame out into a boozy mess.  Enjoy yourself.

And, while I'm on the the subjects of epic and awesome, the Ramsey's are coming home.  You can read about their sojourn in more detail aboard Scotty's rad blog: http://pitchnyall.blogspot.com

More fun?  How 'bout a little Moore fun, Horsethief?  I do miss the great out West.  But local studs seem to still make the journey, and the helmet cam video is pretty stellar.

That drop into horsethief is enough to make a brother pucker, even at 15 frames/second.  Well done, boys.

What's radder than that out west?  The Divide.  East Coast Ice seems to go West pretty well these days.  And local do-gooder, Captain America seems hellbent to take the Tour Divide title.  You can read more about that over here if that's your sort of thing.  Which is probably isn't, but it's still worth reading if you've made it this far.

And if that's not enough to get you excited about bikes, life, and the common good that is the greening of America, then I probably can't help you.   But I'll try.

 Unsigned talent as I understand it.  It's worth a phone call, Jay Z.

Whatever rad things you do this weekend, a pink top that says LOVE on it can only make it smoother.

Up, up, up.

Eight the easy way

First things first: there's something I need to address.

No, I am not the ex-boyfriend in rapper Lil Dicky's new, aptly named official video.



But thanks for asking.  On a day, this day, turning eight the easy way (35, for those of you whose retirement portfolio lacks an investment opportunity called "playing craps"), it feels pretty good to be even mock-mistaken for, well, that dude.  And, holy shit, that's hilarious.  Not the least bit safe for work, but still mandatory viewing.

I have been riding though, so maybe that's where the mix up happened.  Rung in the birthday last night with C-Ham at BRS in misty, rain forest conditions that felt like St. George was somewhere on the north side of Vancouver.  Today, crittage as sixage, so get there.  Rad.

Maybe 35 won't be so bad after all.

Older is technically still upward.  Proceed with minimal caution.

Coffee is for closers

Yeahhhh....this post didn't quite make it into publication a few weeks ago.  But, what the hell, it's not like it was current in the first place.  Anachronism comes pretty naturally for me - I'm that out of touch.  So, anyway, here's a little post-race reporting from a few weeks ago.  

There was more racing last weekend to be had than any person could have, and certainly much more than this laughably slow media outlet could begin to cover.  If you're getting your news here, even your race news, you're out of touch.  And thank you. 

So, with no real attempt to cover what happened, I'll tell you what didn't happen.  The top step of the podium.  No indeed, as far as i've been told, CRCPBBRC (now accepting your suggestions for a shorter acronym) was on the #2 step a few times, but never on top. 

Case in point:  Cunningham, 2nd in SS at BRS. 



Time in the air is technically coasting.  You gotta pedal to win.  And perhaps not run a jackhammer all week.

Wadsworth too.  2nd out of, I don't know, 100 or so at 6WC. 

always a bridesmaid.  never a, well, I'm not sure. 

You'll notice that Wadsworth isn't wearing the Maillot Pistachio there under his silver medal and mediocrity, and good riddance for that. Coffee is for closers, big guy. Don't be teaching that jersey any bad habits while she's in your care.

Baddass local, Mark Smith, also 2nd at BRS in Expert/Pro, although getting smoked by less than 25 minutes by Conner Bell is starting to seem a bit like a win nonetheless.  It's rumored he followed this up the next day at Pocahontas with another silver, but I can't confirm that.  Nor is that my role.  I'm here to spread rumors and talk shit, not give the news.

Spring, it would seem, has stayed as long as it could muster: approximatley 3 days.  87 degrees, the weekly 30-mile TNW route, brownie crits, daylight until 8:30PM, and summer all starts now.  

Just don't forget your slushy roots.  
Upward, and so forth.