About 80 miles into our Sunday morning, the difficulties of riding with the Drs. Killeen were starting to pile high. Some things were looking up. * We’d already cleared those relentless rollers that make riding Church Road something of a religious experience. (I need a ruling. Is it OK to miss church to ride Church?) … More Where Else?

The great thing about a rookie cyclocross season is the awareness that you can get a whole lot better than you are now. I’m learning a lot, not just with each race, but with each lap. By the fourth lap of my third race, I felt things click. I never saw the results or lap … More Who Do You Trust?

This is a blog about gravel cycling, not politics, thank gosh. But during the second presidential debate, somewhere around the moment when one candidate promised, if elected, to jail the other, I felt a pang that I can only compare to the lowest moments of an endurance race. This is that dark place. This is … More Of Ironmen and Skunks

The night after my first-ever cyclocross race—Star City CX’s “Angry Serpent” at Van Dorn Park—I was too jazzed up to sleep. Across the hall in the dark of my daughter’s room, Jeffery the Hamster kept spinning his squeaky wheel. And the hamster in my squeaky head was just as tireless—spinning those laps again and again. … More Eric and the Red Crayon: An Introduction to Cyclocross

So I’m a little ashamed of myself. Me and my potty mouth went off on a bike ride Saturday. And, cyclist, we made you look bad. I can’t quit thinking about it. Accompanying me and my potty mouth on this ride was my younger brother, Jeremy, in town from Minneapolis for a family visit. On … More I Done You Wrong

I don’t get many flats. That’s thanks to a good luck and good tires. (If you must know: Schwalbe Mondials and Sammy Slicks.) I haven’t jumped onto the tubeless wagon for the simple fact that tubes haven’t given me enough trouble to give it much thought. Then came last week. I hit a roofing nail … More Cycling Hack #001

Check out these awesome photos from what was probably the Lincoln Abrahams’ last major training ride before Gravel Roads 2016. Addison’s missing in these photos because he took them. I’m missing because I wasn’t there. (Ouch!) Our group training rides are so much fun, it’s painful to miss even one. (I admit I like them … More The Road Not Traveled

Put yourself in my cycling cleats. You’ve been busting your butt for a year and a half—invited by mistake to train with folks who are all twice the rider you are. Let’s say you’ve fought and clawed your way through uncounted rides with them—on a bike about twice as heavy and half as costly—toward a … More On winning

I have no illusions… If you’re reading this—my first-ever blog entry—it’s probably because you’re a friend of mine. You know I ride a good amount (whatever a good amount amounts to). And for friendship’s sake, you’ll follow me down this particular rabbit hole for a polite look around. Welcome, friend! … More Stranger, if you like to ride your bike…