NEWS

The Rant: Purposely Lost

April 20, 2017 Eric McKeegan 0

When you’re lost in the rain in Juarez And it’s Easter time, too And your gravity fails And negativity don’t pull you through —Bob Dylan, “Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues” I like getting lost. Maybe

ESSAYS

Adventure: It’s what you make of it

March 13, 2017 Helena Kotala 0

I think today more than ever, it’s easy to get caught up in the belief that our own lives are mundane. The internet constantly throws articles about traveling to far-off lands in our faces. Instagram

In Print

The Rant: Deferred Maintenence

March 10, 2017 Eric McKeegan 0

Wheel sizes, tire sizes, suspension travel, frame material, suspension design, so many damn choices. And that is just from a single company. Add in everyone else making kick-ass bikes these days and it gets hard

ESSAYS

Reset Button

February 24, 2017 Helena Kotala 0

I came really close to bailing on the ride. I felt overwhelmed with stuff to get done. It was a dreary day. I was tired. Maybe I’d just take a nap and then spend the

COLUMNISTS

New Bike Wood

November 28, 2016 Dirt Rag Contributor 0

By Stevil Kinevil “New bike wood.” Robert Ives first uttered this phrase to me some 18 years ago in reference to that specific and very special feeling one gets when he or she has a

COLUMNISTS

Rusch Job: My Ten Commandments

October 21, 2016 Dirt Rag Contributor 0

Words: Rebecca Rush Illustration: Stephen Haynes A few columns back I wrote about my definition of winning and defiantly stated that it had little to do with a podium and more to do with personal

ESSAYS

Tested: Singlespeeding

October 14, 2016 Katherine Fuller 0

Singlespeeds aren’t rational, like eating cereal for dinner. That’s not healthy; you know better; you just can’t help it; you don’t have time to put together something more complicated or nutritional. You just want to

OPINION

The Rant: State of the Union

October 5, 2016 Eric McKeegan 0

“Put your head down, wipe the spit out your eye Ain’t nobody coming to your poor-me parade When trouble comes to your door, what you ignoring it for You’ll be standing there helpless when it