After endless anticipation and jumping makeshift barriers in the front yard, I finally entered my first cyclocross race last weekend in Saratoga.
This year we decided to vacation without our bikes. And three days into the vacation, I’m convinced that it was a good decision. My husband just came off of a tough race (and a resulting injury) and my century training has led to some pretty intense hours in the saddle. So with bare roof racks, we decided to head to Portland, Maine. It didn’t take long for us to fall in love with Portland. The place is full of breweries, bike shops and beaches. Throw in a lobster—or three—and that’s my idea of paradise. Continue reading
There’s a magical cosmic connection between bikes and beer. After a day on the trail, nothing beats throwing back a cold bottle with friends, legs totally cooked as you rehash all the sweet details of the ride. It wasn’t until I took up road riding that I finally shed all those excess carbs (thank goodness for baggies). Lucky for me, I married a bike geek with a penchant for microbrews. On our wedding registry we decided to pass on the fine China, opting instead for a brew kettle and all of its accessories.