going for six

Good luck Chris!
This weekend the 5 time champion defends his title at the 24 Hours of Adrenaline World Solo Championships. Check him out live and in color: www.eatough24.ww.com

home sweet home

my heart’s like an open book...for the whole world to read
There was no sleep to be had on Sunday. We drove the superhighways of New York and Jersey arriving at Fred’s house just in time for me to pack my bike, say goodbye and jump in the 3:00am shuttle to the airport.

just when things went right...it doesn’t mean they were always wrong
The sun was rising at the Denver airport and my connection was ontime. Amazing!

i had to run away high...so I wouldn’t come home low
Back in Durango, my friend "bad Stephanie" rode her bike up to Bread to meet me before work.

i’m on my way...just set me free
With coffee in hand and sun roof open, I ventured up the mountain and stopped by Purgatory.

just take this song and you’ll never feel...left all alone
The day ended with sushi, pink flowers, chocolate birthday cake, friends, laughter, hugs and finally...sleep.

number plate 20

it wasn’t pretty but I brought back a top 20 overall finish
Mentally drained and full of stress, I lined up knowing this was it: the epic East coast riding I had been waiting for all year. This is mountain biking. This is what I love! Let's do it. Staging, roll up, fans banging the boards and we’re off. I blew up 4 minutes later. I stayed in denial for 10 more minutes until I went from the front of the train to the last car. I couldn’t recover. I suffered to the point of tears. I fought my demons that said ‘go home.’ I told myself ‘just get to the descent.’ At last my heart rate started to recover. Slowly I came back to life. One by one I picked girls off. By the end of lap three I moved up into the top 30. I crossed the finish line disappointed but with a small sense of accomplishment.

thanks to
me for not giving up
my friends, family and crew for all their support
the fans for their cheers
the pro men and women for their encouragement and inspiration

no more words

full moon

fuller moon

super star

super stud

super HOT

rest day, part II

a trip to Chesapeake Bay

captain stubbing checks out "t"

a little coffee fix before "Traitor" Joe’s

rest day

I have 10 more hours to go but so far today I’ve accomplished nothin’! I slept in, drank coffee and water while sitting on the deck watching the geese and the corn grow. No work, no ride, no weights, no shopping, no leaving the house, nothin’! It’s a hard thing to do.

The last two days have been spent riding and hanging out. Here’s Tee on yesterday’s three hour chick ride on the country roads of Maryland.

the circus

chix STXC
After a gloomy morning, the sun came out in the Allegheny Mountains. The womens pro short track was a battle between the Lunatics, Dara and Sue. With 2 laps to go Katerina launched an attack and held on for the win.

boyz STXC
A group of 5 (K-Bomb, JHK, Wells, Shep, McGrath) attacked each other for 20 minutes. Shep went with 3 laps to go, the group came back. McGrath went with 2 to go and showed dem boyz how to git-R-done !






XC side notes
Kathy is a 10
Theresa finishes with a season best

sites to see
common sites


an uncommon site: the Rock lives!

a good site

a little something from Snowshoe

bloggers paradise
Free wireless, blogging with Nick, Starbucks coffee, a band in the plaza and fireworks.

race report
A great start, riding in the top 15, glimpses of the top 10, slid into some rocks, tore my sidewall, game over.

Maryland to West Virginia

my creative work for Roxy...forever dreaming i'm at the beach

New Mexico to Maryland

since I couldn't get out of DRO, I flew on a Farmington crop duster

thanks to Theresa and Chris for the sweet hook up

wake up call




eat.sleep.ride

saturday
start it off right with a trip to Bread...what a gorgeous day

get on the mountain bike and head to the Gulch for hill repeats

ahhh...time to rest and work on the tan lines

a little sushi with Stephanie

sunday
start it off right with a trip to Bread...good morning Rob!

get on the road bike and head to the Valley for recovery


ahhh...time to ice the legs in the river

a little sticks-n-bark with Jason

more pix of mountain bike chix

the girls from Phoenix will reunite in Snowshoe
Theresa, me and RG (yea, that's the hottie sleeping in the car)

on sale now

KFL

a whole lotta nothin’

rush hour
‘I was on the highway for me fif-teeen minutes!! A whole crew of smart cows were crossing the road. WTF? I’m waiting on cows? On a highway? There weren’t any farmers or anything. What were they doing?’

it’s ok, have a donut
There are some finds at the Hermosa Market. I’ve been checking out the Entenmanns EXTREME grab ‘ems for months. And today, I picked them up. Check out this sweet packaging...

And they live up to their promise.

Scott 2 donuts later

3 donuts later

cruisin' to burger night: the inauguration

Ride the cruiser? In my strappy sandals? Alright.
We rode down 2nd Ave and across the train tracks to the Palace. No such luck getting on the patio so we grabbed a table in the bar and pulled it next to 4 other tables of regulars. Order beer. Order burger. Drink beer. Eat burger. Back on the bikes.

We’re going where? To get chocolate? Alright.
To Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory we went. Roan and Nick (the Mark Wiggins of Durango) enjoyed their treats while Miles and I warmed up for the 10 o’clock street sprints down Main. The secret to winning is to be the racer that says, “go!” I caught on quickly and did the 2 arm salute twice! Now that’s a good night.

i get around

i may not have fans with KFL t-shirts but i'm in the Niki Gudex diaries

and a C-dog guest star

RG, you're bragging is rubbing off on me

on the road again

pro mountain bike chicks have it rough

RG dreaming of AC

brian head

is anyone leaving after work on Thursday?
Oh, I forgot, nobody in Durango works. Lucky for me, Miles works a little. I met him and Roan at their house, packed the station wagon and got on the road. Being the last racers to leave town gives you some advantages...you've heard about the trail and trail conditions so you at least think about packing mud tires and warm clothes. And you've heard all about the driving routes, speed traps and the places to eat, golf, tour and shop along the way. Since it was 5pm and pouring rain, we decided to take the quickest route, stopping only once in Moab for dinner and ice cream. Without any speeding tickets and with only one wrong, snee-kay turn, we arrived at midnight and stumbled into Shagman's condo. Feeling my way through the dark, I climbed into and then broke a cot (so much for being quiet).

RnR: register and ride
We woke up to a house full of pro racer dudes, their groupies and soigners...one by one they flocked into the kitchen for a full on breakfast buffet. In an effort to beat the rain, we quickly headed to registration and out on the trail. Thanks to Potts for driving us up the 5 mile road climb to the fun part of the course. I jumped on the back half which was killer downhill singletrack that made you forget you were on the west coast. The Boyscouts were in the feed zone and offered me a 'Cookie for a Kiss!' Um... 'I'm good.'

the park ranger
Kim was "held up" in Vegas and made it to the resort just in time for the afternoon rain, hail and lightning. I picked up some coffee and company (Fred) and motorpaced her up the mountain pass start. Back at the ranch we made some dinner, painted nails and had spa treatments. I'm telling ya, it's rough.

game day
We slept in and skipped the 10am spin. The dirty african flipped pancakes without a spatula, showing the ladies how it's done. Race time brought sunny skies. The start brought pain and suffering. An epic loop that would have been on if only we were at sea level. It took all I had to crawl my way into the top 25. Then I crawled into bed.

adventures in telluride

Long, lost Cell was racing her moto across the deserts of Utah and Colorado...I caught up with her in Telluride...

7am coffee on main street

a ride up the gondola

"Factory" and I mountain biking - like the good ol' days

and playing ...aaahhhh!!

oh yea, take that!

just riding along

at 8900 feet on the Worlds Course
the first-sanctioned International Mountain Bike Championships started here

it came back in 01

on the Hermosa Creek Trail

the commute home
back side of Purgatory mountain

at the back of the Tub-o-rama 05 train
the smelter rapids worked us! a missing tube, a missing tuber, a missing pair of Oakleys and a shin missing skin
everybody's doing it

with Cell DuryAce in tell U ride
pics to be posted