I was pretty disappointed as I crossed the finish line at the World Championships in Commezzedura, Italy.  Not because I had ridden in the absolute definition of a small child, not because of yet another year of randomly (or maybe not so) crappy performance at the biggest annual ... [More]

I’ve been tossing around the idea of trying to “move” to Italy one of these days.  I was really only half serious.  But now, as I sit here writing this from our balcony overlooking the Torrente (river) Nocem, about to go eat delicious pizza once again, I’m getting a... [More]

It was Oli’s birthday on race day.  AND, we both got double yolks in our boiled eggs.  So we pretty much figured we were going to end up sprinting for the win.  Which would have been a hilarious sprint, him weighing 140 pounds and me with a single front chainring… ... [More]