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Unbound3

Type the word “masochist” into Google, and the first thing that pops up is: “an individual who derives pleasure, gratification, or relief from physical pain, humiliation, or emotional suffering.” Surprisingly, I have never thought of…

The Gralloch1

My dad grew up on a farm outside of Fergus, Ontario. As a kid, we would make the long drive, multiple times per year, from Ottawa to the town settled by Scottish immigrants in the…

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Choosing a tire for a gravel race is like picking handles for your kitchen cabinets. Both come in a range of sizes, textures, and styles. People can go on ad nauseam about their philosophies regarding…

When in Rome4

“You are doing the doper’s race?” a friend of mine said to me at Sea Otter when I told him I would be participating in Levi’s Gran Fondo (LGF). I could feel his self-righteousness radiating…

What Happened to Road Racing in America?3

The last time I raced my bike in California, Donald Trump was a reality TV star, COVID was a name two stoners would consider calling their film-sharing cooperative, and a decent rider could make a…

Pierra Menta – Stage 46

“Skimo looks so stupid,” I said to my friend Arami, a proper skier and snowboarder who has lived her entire life in the Andorran mountains. “The gear, the colors are terrible; the skis are so…

Pierra Menta – Stage 34

There was a moment today, as we traversed a ridge 2600m above sea level, when a skier immediately in front of Amund slipped. The fall was relatively innocuous; however, his ski became dislodged from its…

Pierra Menta – Stage 22

Every night, at roughly 6:00 PM (6:13 sharp, as Amund and I have joked), we are ushered into the town hall of Arreches for the Pierra Menta pre race meeting. As all the competitors, mostly…

No Team Bus2

I have been to Arreches Beaufort before. I just had no clue I had. When Amund Jansen and I drove my car up the final twisting road to the small French ski village that hosts…

When Two Cyclists Race Skimo4

“I can’t find my fucking ski!” I yelled down to Amund Jansen as I roamed aimlessly through the snow at 2600m above sea level, I had just crashed hard on the final descent of the…

You signed up for this3

When I look in my garage, I feel like I am looking at an episode of Hoarders: The Mountain Sports Edition. Crampons, bike computers, ski boots, and USB charging cables of every variety are strewn…

How Things Ended4

This wasn’t how I wanted things to end. Crossing the line with Benjamin Thomas at the Tour, I had no idea this would be my last race as a professional cyclist. That seems to be…