I don’t usually gloat about birthdays, but I felt like this year is a special one. 33c tires are a coincidental size but it was worth making a note. Today I’m 33 years young and I look forward to moving up in tire size each year…
Is it wrong to think that there aren’t many pros who would do something like this? Or at least, we wouldn’t read about it. This story is so good:
“It’s easy to get wrapped up in the details when it comes to cycling. Distances, wattages, victories and other measures often lead us to forget the simply joy of riding a bike. Brothers Gus and Lachlan Morton (yes, the one who races with WorldTour team Garmin-Sharp), got back to basics in an attempt to recover the lost magic of the sport. This is their story about the 2500km journey from Port Macquarie to Uluru in just twelve days.”
Check out a full gallery and more at Cycling Tips!
Leaving your nest ain’t easy, especially when your home town has been good to you. Hanson Little used to be a pro BMX rider – on paper – he still rips and takes trips from time to time, but his days of going big are limited by past injuries and the desire to keep on the bike, not healing off it.
Recently, Hanson bought a van and sold all of his belongings, save for a few bicycles. He plans on spending a great deal of time on the road over the next few months, but before he left town, I met up with him and shot some photos of his new mobile digs.
This weekend, I sent over some interview questions, which he promptly replied to… check them out below in a special Ride Along!
My mom posted this photo on my FB wall this morning along with some sappy message about how I brought skateboarding, BMX and other things to their attention at a young age. Those are my younger brothers. As parents, I terrified them not by being a cut up in school, but by building kicker ramps and dirt jumps in the woods with my friends.
They worried, tried to dissuade me from skating and riding, even though I never broke a bone. Instead, they encouraged soccer… I kept skating until I was 23, when I got serious about riding bikes again. We were broke as shit growing up, but I made things happen – no that’s not a Bones Brigade deck, but it’s what we could afford – hell I think we bought it at a yard sale but I loved that damn skateboard.
Run what you brung.
Photo by Kyle Kelley
Last Friday, after posting Tom Robertson’s photo, I wanted to kick myself. There should be a Rubber Side Up post each week. The easiest way to select them would be to encourage you to tag #TheRadavist on your photos via Instagram, but I would encourage you to take the time to shoot a new photo, not just tag all your old shots. Any bike is cool, just try to make it unique.
Or. If you have photos in a hoard drive, send them over…
You can only send YOUR photos or photos YOUR friends shot of YOU. I need a photographer’s name and any appropriate links. If you don’t follow those two rules, I’ll just delete the email. Don’t worry, if you send one over, I saw it, no need to follow up!
Did you know that Criterium racing began in the United States in the 1920’s, at a time when track racing was extremely popular throughout the country. The USA CRITS website refers to crit racing as “American Street Track Racing”? Or that “Criterium” is worth 13 points in Scrabble and 16 points in Words with Friends?
Head over to Manual for Speed to read more at their introduction to American Criteriums!
It’s that time of month again. I’ve got all kinds of Randomness left over from a Recent Roll. Actually, a few Recent Rolls. There’s some LA, Pasadena, Austin, Moab and Fruita photos in here, all noted in the photo’s captions. Got a favorite? Point it out. Open up some commentary…
Tools of the trade:
Mamiya 7ii / 80mm
Portra 400 / Ilford HP5
They always come at inopportune times. Say you’re putting your phone back in your pocket, or eating a snack, not paying attention. Maybe they’re waiting for you at the top of a climb, or, even worse, at the bottom of a descent. Roadside dogs aren’t exactly what I like to have accompanying me on rides. Especially big ones.
We’ve all got our tricks. A water bottle squirt, or yelling “GO HOME!” – this one works quite well – unless you’re in a foreign country.
This guy however had one thing on his mind: wheels. He didn’t let up until he was good and tired…
One of my favorite people in the cycling industry, Cait, just celebrated a whole year of being cancer free. Read all about it at her blog, You Got This!
Road Cycling in the Valley of Death
Words and photos by Ryan Wilson
Death Valley National Park is one of those places that frequently gets overlooked as a destination for cyclists. Probably because it’s too miserably hot to do just about anything there for a good portion of the year. There’s also no cell service at times for 40 miles in any direction, and some of the best roads in the area are some of the most isolated in the country. That sounded right up my alley, so I planned my first visit in November 2012, when I was looking for some new mountains to ride while the Sierras were snowed in.
Compared to many of the other big road climbs in California, the first thing you notice in Death Valley is how impossibly straight so many of the roads are. You might not know you’re climbing if the pedals weren’t pushing back as hard as they are, and the dotted yellow lines weren’t crawling by. You realize pretty quickly that the end of that straight line that eventually climbs 5,000ft just isn’t getting a whole lot closer.
The first ride I ever did in the area was climbing over Townes Pass from Panamint Valley, just outside the park, into Death Valley itself. It wasn’t until I peaked out of the canyon walls at the top of Townes Pass that I fully realized the scale of this place. A vast sloped valley surrounded by mountains that seem to go on endlessly. The road descends about 5,000ft into this massive open space, and while ripping down a long, smooth descent on a road bike is a blast, I know that every foot of descent has to be made up on the return trip, so most of the time is spent trying to block that thought out of my head. The descent ends at a tiny “town” called Stovepipe Wells. It’s basically one store, one hotel, and that’s it, but it makes a good re-fuel stop. Then it was time for the long slog back over the east side of Townes Pass.
If I had to recommend one road ride in Death Valley though, I would go with Dante’s View. This ride starts near Furnace Creek (the other Death Valley town), and climbs from the lowest point in North America (-282 feet), to over 5,600ft overlooking the valley. The first half of the 26 mile climb is gentle, along a smooth road that passes by a classic spot at Zabriskie Point. The road gets a bit more angry when the grade cranks up after turning onto Dante’s View road, and the last half mile is extra fun (if you’re into Masochism).
One detour worth taking is a trip over to the Mars-like, single lane, Artist Drive, which winds about 9 miles through some trippy multi-colored canyon walls before ending near Badwater Basin.
A couple other Death Valley routes worth checking out: