The HellHole Gravel Grind Stage race is a three day event on the gravel roads, doubletrack, and trails in the Francis Marion National Forest just north of Charleston, SC. The race kicks off with an individual time trial, on those same gravel roads, of nearly 6 miles with 5 turns on Friday evening. Saturday’s course […]Read more "2014 Hellhole Gravel Stage Race"
I was always reminded of a saying from my elders when growing up… to “call up the devil” was to be too boastful of your accomplishments or show just a little too much confidence in preparation for a big event (such as DK200). To do so would most certainly bring about a course correction from […]Read more "2019 DK200 Pt 1 – Pre-Race Sighting and Prep"
I’ll admit, I fully expected to be snapped awake to immense thunderstorms at 3am like in years past… but I slept soundly and awoke peacefully. Perhaps the calm before the storm? Finished off my Cup-o-Meusli, loaded the bottles into their cages, aired up the tires and donned the EB kit. I have to say; I […]Read more "2019 DK200 Pt II -Race Day"
One nut… Not even a very obvious or specially designed nut. Nope, just your average M8 hex with a tight thread pitch… one that could be purchased in any hardware store, but this one nut stopped my race dead in its tracks; literally. I take full responsibility as, in hindsight, it was such a stupidly […]Read more "One little nut"
The crowd gathering in front of the Granada Theater on Commercial St. was looming large. This would be a big group ride and it was only Thursday evening. I buddied up to a new rider by the name of Travis. Didn’t catch his last name but he was in from Chicago and a former/converted Tri […]Read more "2016 Dirty Kanza Part 2 -Confidence Building"
While lulling in that strange and ethereal dream state; one often experiences situations that can “feel” so real as to lend them a degree of gravitas and physicality. It’s hard to shake that confusion of reality vs. dream… especially when snapped awake at 3:30am by a flash of light across the hotel wall. Wait… was […]Read more "2016 Dirty Kanza Part 1… or; “Here we go again”"
You will be missed Grandmother Allen. There are so many beautiful and fun memories that I cannot possibly call out one that stands among the rest… well, maybe those times when you would pick up your walker and hold it out in front while you shuffled along so no one thought the wiser. I will […]Read more "The World is a little more dark today but Heaven is a little brighter"
So I bought (traded for, really) a, new-to-me, 2012 Salsa El Mariachi to, once again, top off my quiver with the single speed I’d been missing since selling my Soma Juice back in 2014. I honestly don’t know what mysterious force continues to draw me back to singlespeed mountain biking. It’s not how I got […]Read more "The Knot – 2016; or “How to dodge trees with really wide handlebars”"