“How can you trust a man who wears both a belt and suspenders, a man who can't even trust his own pants?”
Feb 27, 2020 • 19 tweets • 4 min read
TBT: How you end up getting a tattoo in Bogotá, Colombia. It started with a walk home from dinner late one night with Eder, Jerita, Rebecca and Goga.
We were in Duitama, staying at the Best Western for @TourColombiaUCI, and were walking past the multitude of tiny street-level shops that pack each side of the narrow urban roads
Feb 22, 2020 • 7 tweets • 3 min read
While visiting Santa Rosa de Viterbo for @TourColombiaUCI I wandered away from the beautiful central square that had been cluttered up by the bike race and the fans waiting for its arrival.
Onto the relatively quiet back streets of this tiny rural town I did wander. Very cool place ...
Nov 19, 2019 • 9 tweets • 2 min read
Hey, urban and suburban drivers of unnecessarily over-powered and over-sized pick-up trucks. Can we talk? Pull up a stool. What. The. Actual. Fuck. Is. Wrong? Do each and everyone of you need a hug?
Will another inch on the lift-kit do it? A touch wider tires? Another decibel or two from that after-market exhaust?
Nov 14, 2019 • 57 tweets • 14 min read
#tbt Portland, circa 1993-97, to a group of lost boys and the Neverland they carved out delivering other people's shit by bike. Portland is a small town, and ours was a small group, and we were all broken in some way. (1)
We were a family on our island of misfit toys, brought together by our love of riding bikes. (2)