in 1590, Croatoan was the elusive word carved into a tree on Roanoke Island that would leave an indelible mark on mankind and forever grace the pages of U.S. History textbooks. It was a haunting reminder of an abandoned Colonial settlement, forever vanished from the land, whose circumstances of disappearance would never be determined … […]Read more "Croatan 150… The Search for the Lost Gravel 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"
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"
The wind was already steady and unrelenting… blowing strong out of the north. I recalled from the course maps that about 75 miles of the middle section was northerly… Mother Nature was laughing heartily by now; eager to thwart our every strategy. I won’t say it was cold, but my shivering and raised hairs on […]Read more "2015 Dirty Kanza… Man Plans, God Laughs."