Lets all quit our jobs and ride bikes across the US. We could make friends as we go, stop when we’re tired, eat some good food and make some memories. Why not, you only live once right? *snaps back into reality*
Today was one of the those days that I could easily have called you with credit card in hand to say, “Let’s go!” This sounds so much more appealing than most of my day! …..someday. Anyone else ever get tired of that word??

December 2012: antics at the Lotto-Belisol team camp.
(via Training Camp Mojacar)
I live approximately 40 minutes away from Newtown, CT. My aunt used to work in the office at that school and thank god my cousins children attend a different elementary school. They are saying this is one of the worst school shootings in America. AN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. 27 confirmed dead, at least 14 being children…. I am sick.

P1330928 on Flickr.
Being pushed like this (to me at least) is one of the weirdest feelings to me. A friend of mine has done it too me after long rides. It’s appreciated but I still feel like the slow poke.

I cannot denied that I love S-Works and this color combination is simply beautiful!
Found at http://bit.ly/fQmzKS

These rides help me find form, certainly, but they serve a more fundamental purpose that echoes in my personal and professional life.
Ahhhhhh yeah!
It’s rides like these make me cry.

This is true. I would probably prefer to hang out with the people I talk to here.

Berden
via Josh Garlich at Tenspeed Hero
This is gonna be me tomorrow
One of the main reasons I don’t do group rides. I am the BIGGEST baby.
B is for Badass. Also for Bikes…I suppose.