Blather on Bicycling

After the carnage, I found myself in a zombie-like state at the finish with Mt. Whits. My foggy recollection has us discussing how calm and nice it was in that very spot. It seemed impossible that just around the corner there was a shit storm of raging wind. Read more

It is the best of times, it is the worst of times, it is Foothill. This morning I went out to “preview” the course in anticipation of our first attempt in 2008. On what seemed to be an innocuous day I found myself subject to Foothill’s typical vengeance. Even though it was early morning, I was fighting a wicked headwind going out and I also experienced an unanticipated ice patch  that didn’t deter me. Over the years, Foothill has taken my sweat, tears, and blood. However, it was ironically nice to be out riding on Foothill again. Read more