In a USAToday article, Richard Sachs credits blogs and customers with disposable income for a craft bike boom. That’s also the longtail at work, where an industry pumps out carbon bikes to the masses and Independent Bike Dealer making unique custom bikes are flourishing.
From SRAM’s blog, we get an inside look at a team bus, Team Milram’s mechanic drives the bus, and Cyclingnews reports on the autobus, where all the sprinters and nonclimbers ride the mountain stages. The magic of the autobus is making it to the finish within the time limit, helping each other out, and there’s safety in numbers. Maybe next year OLN’s coverage will show more “extended” coverage about such topics as the autobus.
Over the weekend, Pam had control of the DVR and made me watch thong boy over and over again … payback for all the podium girls oogling, who I admit I’ve noticed repeatedly that they are in sporty new outfits this year.
An absolute must-do for any local bike enthusiast, Cascade’s annual Cyclefest promises to be bigger and better than ever this year. With events kicking off earlier and including everything from bike polo matches to sprint racing, the Tour de France Stage 14 viewing is simply icing on the cake (or great head on the beer, as it were). And with New Belgium on tap, it’s a cyclist’s paradise. So turn on your headlight, adjust your fenders and bring a blanket to watch the peloton climb Plateau-De-Beille.
I LOVE Seattle summers. We go through months of dreary clouds and drizzle making our summers that much more enjoyable. We usually gets weeks of uninterrupted sun from June to September, but this week not so much.
So this morning I did the œmixed-mode commute. I hopped on the bus and headed into the office just as it started raining. I fired up the BlackJack IM on my way in to start my morning bitching to Byron. Argh - I wasn’t prepared to ride home in the wet.
Anyway, the story gets better. As I was riding home with threatening skies, it was actually pretty pleasant. It started to rain, and the warmer tempuratures actually made passable - almost enjoyable. Sure I had to do a little more bike cleaning once I got home, but it was a nice change to feel the slog of wet shoes and jersey again. Even with the wet, my ride home on two wheels was far better than anything I’d get out of sitting on the freeway with the rest of the Seattle drivers.