CrossFix: v.: To race cyclocross on a fixed gear bike
Cyclocross: A cycling discipline involving very intense and very fast laps of a mixed terrain course. Cyclocross usually involves dismounting the bike and hurdling obstacles or running up steep sections of stairs, dirt, grass, sand, gravel and mud. It also often involves being completely covered in dirt, sand, grass, sweat and mud, and sometimes even beer and/or vomit.
Fixed Gear: The bike has only one gearing, with no freewheel. If the wheels are moving, the pedals are moving. If the pedals stop, the wheels stop.
This blog is transitioning from a place to geek out on bike stuff to a race portfolio. I'll be posting a lot more training and racing related info, along with the obligatory bike porn and events from the cycling world.
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I always wondered what a bike rack on top of my VW van would look like, so my friend James McClung created this reference image for me. The dudes at Golden Saddle Cyclery and I liked the drawing so much we decided it would be best to make it a t-shirt for Team Dream & GSC! Printed on American Apparel tees in Southern California.
Epic for me is about food and how riding makes me feel. If I know I can eat anything I want and still be ahead of the game, whether it’s weight or calories or good tan lines. Tan lines become important when summer roles around, you come back and take a shower and you can see the difference in the mirror when you’re naked. These things are important. If I go out and come back feeling like I didn’t earn a donut or a pastry, then what’s the point of riding? So epic comes when you drain yourself so completely, somewhere along the line, that you can start eating whatever you can find. Most people wouldn’t understand that, but cycling is a vain sport.
We all, or most of all of us, anyway, in the past few years through inept documentation of our lives and beliefs denuded “epic” of its purest meaning in relation to cycling. Words are resilient. “Epic” will live longer than any of us do, and someday find its way true once again. And, even now, there exist certain personal understandings of the word that retain power and mystery. Thank you, Mr. Sachs for always seeming to have grasp and reach. (via billstrickland)
(the key phrase here is “If I go out and come back feeling like I didn’t earn a donut or a pastry, then what’s the point of riding?”)
I was sitting on the side of the road with a bottle in my hand, drinking it like it was a strong cocktail, feeling the shadow of riders on my back, definitely nauseous and at the same time contemplating the beautiful landscape, and not giving shit about anything in the whole world.
It has been a sad fortnight for cyclists in London with a sixth death today. Nine of the 14 fatalities this year in London have involved heavy goods vehicles (HGVs) with blind spots often contributing to these accidents. The above poster from the NYC Bicycle Safety Coalition and illustrates the dangers of turning vehicles that don’t see you and points to the fact that cycle lanes aren’t necessarily a guarantee of safety.