Category Archives: Los Angeles
Pace Sportswear has been around longer than any other cycling cap manufacturer in the United States. So long that even Italian brands like Campagnolo used them back in the early 80’s. The day I arrived in Los Angeles, Sean from Team Dream took me by Pace to see their operations.
I know cycling caps aren’t exactly saving the world, but when you think of domestic production, employee people and keeping an industry alive, it directly affects the US cycling industry.
If and when I ever do caps, Pace will be my choice.
I had the pleasure of hanging with the Fixie Goons at the Wolfpack Hustle Civic Center Crit last weekend and I gotta say, the dude was super humble and nice. The guys in the Fixie Goons ride all over LA, but this time Block Boi took a spin up Griffith…
Orange and red are two colors that often clash, but sometimes they work. Case in point, Patrick’s LOW track bike. If this one looks familiar, it’s because Kyle shot photos of it at the black top in LA a few months back.
To Patrick, this bike is the result of intense financial planning. It took him almost a year to save up for this bike, but the end result is one of his favorite moments of the day. As he describes, when he hops on the bike “it rides like a razor blade of butter.” Super stiff, but smooth…
Campagnolo Record drivetrain, H+Son rims, Thomson and Chris King. This bike is laced with top of the line, yet durable components and it adds a bit of subtlety to the flashy paint job. As I was photographing this bike, a pedestrian walked by and said “damnnnn that’s like a Testarossa!”
I love Andrew Low’s bikes, they’re a testament that made in the USA aluminum track bikes will always have a place in the world, whether the street or the track. Enjoy the ride, Patrick!
You know what? I had never been to a Wolfpack event before last night. I know, I know, I suck… Luckily, it just so happened that I was in Los Angeles and was able to pedal down Sunset Blvd to the Los Angeles Civic Center to watch the 2014 Wolfpack Hustle Civic Center Crit…
Last night I rolled out to the 2014 Wolfpack Hustle Civic Center Crit to shoot some photos, hang out and see what it was all about. I’d never been to a Wolfpack event before, so it was all new to me. Having said that, this video captures the vibes quite well.
Don’t miss that podium scene and Erin’s unfortunate collision with a champagne bottle!
… and I’ll see you there! Head over to Wolfpack Hustle to see more information.
Photos and words by Kyle Kelley
In many cases, I’m not a huge fan when someone swaps parts from a chromoly bicycle to an aluminum one, but in this case I was a-ok with it. This particular customer went from a frame sourced in China to this delicious Low, locally sourced and homegrown right here in California!
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My buddy Hans Groszkruger had sent over this ride and I posted back in March. Somehow, it appears to have dropped off the face of this site. Maybe it was skipped in the migration? Who knows. All I do know is that Hans’ Rocklobster has taken him all over Los Angeles and his ride inspired Kyle and the Golden Saddle gang to venture out and tackle it themselves.
Head over to Tracko to see some photos and read on below for Hans’ ride reportage. With only three photos, I didn’t have enough for a gallery, but you’ll enjoy it anyway!
… don’t try this at home. Seriously. Sean Martin rides the Zephyr Track in downtown Los Angeles.
Team Dream Extreme Volume 01: The Backboner
Photos and Words by Sean Talkington
Lyle from Acre recently moved to LA from SF and has been talking about “secret trails” near my home in Topanga for some time now. He kept saying that they were easily the best thing he had ridden in our area. I had skeptically tried to find the “secret trail-head” to the “secret trail” multiple times and always ended up lost. A few months ago I thought I had found said trail, so two buddies came with to rejoice in the new super secret discovery, only to end up trailblazing for 2 hours & schlepping bikes over loads of rock faces. I was bummed, my friends were bummed and I began to secretly hate these secret trails.