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Perfect photo for a Friday, going into a Summer weekend. Spotted this family on Alki with their custom choppers. Not show in the photo is the sidecar. See it in this video.

In todays’ sprinters stage at the Tour, Mark Renshaw was removed from the race after headbutting Julian Dean. That lit up Twitter like the fight earlier in the race and Lance’s pedal-clipping, tire-rolling crash. We’ve been discussing it most of the day on Twitter and Facebook.

is there anything better than a fast lunch ride in the sun, followed by an overflowing bowl of whole wheat spaghetti, flooded with so much sauce that one bearded little microbe build himself an arc so that he might survive, while all of the sinner microbes drowned?  yes there is.  it is what i just said, [...]

We’ve been squinting at the TV, trying to read the messages Chalkbot writes on the roads of Le Tour. Here’s a photo from Flickr that shows it well, including the bot itself.

Photo: Livestrong Army

With every pedal stroke cancer loses

Hilarious antagonistic e-mail exchanges have finally matured, blossoming into a beautiful art form that crystalizes 21st century life like few other modes of expression can. Many of you are familiar with this story, in which a woman tries to extract a "missing cat" poster from her busy (and brilliantly snarky) co-worker.

the sun is shining. the files are sharp. my mountain bike is covered in dirt.

alright, troll 2, let’s do this thing. before i roll the movie and type out everything that happens and call it a “review,” like i usually do, i want to let you all know that, somewhere in my past, the idea was planted in my head that this was supposed to be the worst horror movie ever made.  [...]

Spotted on a shirt over the weekend.

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Looks like the list of teams who are eager to get a big'ole batch of whoop-ass courtesy of Sam Johnson and his band of Hagens Berman ruffians just keeps getting longer. The latest additions to the fray include George Hincapie and his BMC thugs. This is sweet, because I've never raced against Big George.

As you may remember, I recently glazed the pots I made over Christmas. Well sure enough, the gods of high-fire reduction kilns decided to play all sorts of pranks on my pots while they were in there. Some of the drips were purposeful, and some weren't, but everything turned out fine. See for yourself: