You'll Be Another Year Older

And even less cool than you are right now if you don't make the Dead Baby Downhill tonite.

Ride starts at 7pm from the Canterbury. And for these folks being dregs of society...they're actually quite punctual when it comes to the start time of this. Don't miss it.

One More Time

A major piece of my commute is going to change after today. At 7pm the Bridge in South Park will permanently close by remaining open.... forever...

I understand the reasons for closing the bridge are numerous. I also understand the numerous arguments for trying to keep it operating. What I'm going to have to try and come to terms with is getting to know the staff and specials of new bars in SODO....as of 7pm today...Georgetown and all it's fine establishments are no longer on my daily ride home. I woulda thought that alone would've been motivation enough for the Georgetown businesses to figure out a way to keep the thing open.

Oh well...as one route closes...another opens.

It Took Something Like This...

For me to break my BlogSilence

Moncler Gamme Bleu Spring/Summer 2011 Runway from LAT Videos on Vimeo.

I'm still really excited that cycling is becoming a little more mainstream, but I swear stuff like this makes me want to punch myself in the face for riding a bike. Or...get into the world of fashion. Anyone think the Fashion world would be ready for what I could potentially unleash upon it?

{I do get rather farty and bloated with foamy latte's}

We're Coming Out!

Boy...how bad have I been at this whole "blogging" thing when I've seen the flyer for a party I'm putting on other sites...and it isn't even on the blog site that I'm supposed to maintain?! SLACKER!

Simply put...I'll be announcing the date, location, some rules, a website, drinking beer, giving some stuff out, making introductions and riping on PDX. And who knows...if enough people slip me shots of the Baby Making Juice while I'm there...I might even leak some details about a super secret project we're doing at the Raleigh Mother Ship for this event. Maybe...

If you enjoy the FaceBooks and the Twitters...you can find more information on the event.

All In A Wad...

Men's Journal just did a Cyclocross Fashion Shoot for an upcoming issue. Now...I might not know much about fashion, but I like to think I know a little about what to wear for Cyclocross. And I'll tell you what...my version looks nothing like what they've created.

Men's Journal Magazine May 2010 Cyclocross Fashion Shoot from Dylan Coulter on Vimeo.

Where are the JumpSuits?
Where are the Leather Pants?
Where are the Plaid Skirts?
The Short Shorts?
The Red Suits?

In my humble opinion...they missed the mark completely. I think it's time to update my resume and notify them that I'm available for consulting for any future cycle fashion shoots they may attempt.

Did You Ride Back?

{Tequila Tonite...Tomorrow I ride}

Alright...I'm the first to admit it. I might have a 75watt bulb upstairs, but the source is only kick'n out 45watts of power. I'd like to blame beer...but as we all know, you never blame beer for your follies. Beer is like the lube on your chain that keeps things running smooth. A little bit of it will get ya around but if you're doing something big a litt more is needed to keep things running smooth. Use too much and things get dirty, messy and it ends up all over the place. Apply the right amount on a regular basis and things will run smooth and hassle free.

So on a Wednesday night where my chain ended up dripping wet...I decided I was going to ride to Portland that upcoming weekend.
200 miles. (ended up being 199)
One day. (All day)
On my track bike. (cause i've done it on gears before)
Unsupported. (what does that even mean?! I'm supportin my ass on every ride)
Alone. (I actually didn't choose this...my friends are intelligent)
WTF?! (Seriously...wtf?!)

Big rides have been documented. People have gone further. People have done it faster. People have done it more "hard core" than I did...I mean really...it was wearing spandex and applying chamois butter like Nutella on a crepes. If I really wanted to get tough guy points I woulda rode in my Carhartts, Sambas, and a Tshirt and ate nothing but hot dogs with relish. Honestly...there was nothing about the ride that warrants any kind of anything.
So why do it? Not sure. I do know I've fallen into a rut as of late. I've been lacking motivation, inspiration, and deprivation. And this seemed like the right thing to break me of it all.

{Dumb}

{whole lotta time to yourself out there}

{All this meant was I had another 50+ to go}

{this was the view I saw the most of}

{the search for beer started....now}

{Alright...beer and strippers. We all know that's the main reason I did this}

Did it work? Time will tell. And NO...I didn't ride back to Seattle the next day. That sh*t's dumb.

I Don't Think This Will Surprise Anyone

I was asked for one word that would best describe Cyclocross...

{give it a click if you can't read it as it is, or find your glasses}

What's kinda funny...is the list of respected people from the Cross community on this thing.

And then there's me.

Now....Do This.

Wow...it's like I completely forget I have a blog that I should write on. I'd like to say it's because I've been so busy at work this past month, which is half true. The other half of my February looked like this...(in absolutely no given order cause I can't remember how last month happened at all)

{There was a "beer release"}

{a dirty chain}


{I went to NAHBs and hung out with people way cooler than me}


{This was the coolest thing I saw at NAHBs}

{Learned to NOT leave my phone unattended}

{this looked like a great place to party}

{Damage CornDog can do to you}

{This CornDog...}

{Raleigh's past and present}

{It's not my Snuggie...but it did in a pinch}

{If you find yourself in Telluride...tell'em Sally sent ya}

{Sure fire way to win DFL with a CornDog in hand}

{Yeah...whatever}

{I do remember that this was rather early...with a CornDog}

{Valentine's day was quite romatic}

{I don't spend all my time on bikes and bar stools}

{Valentines day was dirty...but not in the way I wanted it to be}

{The shit!}

{If I seem a little "special"....it's the company I keep}

{Will you be mine?}

{I really wish I could remember how I got Cheese Food in my bag}

Anyway, the point of the whole thing is to say....If you're in Seattle, swing by the show. If you can guess what the "flavor of the morning" is that's on my breath...I'll give ya something.

Do This...

On Saturday....No outlandish Gold Sprint challenge will be refused.

Then on Monday...do this....

No outlandish Corn Dog related offense will be turned away.

And as a general heads up to everyone...

The Narwhal is the new Unicorn.

"If You're Going to Fall Off a Wagon..."

"try and break something on your way down"

Here's my advice for the day...the best way to get rid of a Tequila Hangover should not involve...

a) Enough Beer choke a donkey

b) National Champ and World Champ Skinsuits

c) Shoving beers into said skinsuits because they don't have pockets

d) Tater Tot handups at the beginning of a Mountain Bike Time Trial.

e) Cramming a fist full of said Tater Tots into a racers helmet

f) Karaoke duets with no karaoke machine.

g) Diner party with the Wax On Staff...no waxings were performed...except poetically...with wine.

h) Ducking out of the party for some Bourbon to wash away the wine and wax talk.

i) A firework...not fireworks...one firework.

The only exception to this is...

a) have good friends who can accomplish this all of this over the span of 14 hours and not blow off their fingers with the lone firework.

I don't feel guilty...at all

I have heard about the epic cold lingering in the Plains.

I've seen pictures of people in California freaking out about rain.

I read tweets every morning about how cold it is here, how much snow they have there, how they haven't seen the sun in...days.

And all the while...I've been smiling to myself as I've been riding into work with out a fender.

I've been wearing my Carhart's without fear.

The birds have been chirping.

There are blossoms on the trees already.

I've been ducking out of work and clocking some of the most unusually warm January rides ever this past week. And this morning was no exception as I took a longer route into the Raleigh MotherShip.

This has not been a typical week of riding. Every pedal stroke dances into the next. I've relished the lone tears being the only moisture on my face from my wind burned eyes. The early spring scents have drunkenly filled my olfactory with memories.

There's still some daylight that I need to enjoy.

The Journey...

of a thousand blogs begins with a single post.


I've been wanting to....but haven't.

I've been taking pictures...but keeping them to myself.

I've got words...I haven't been putting them down.

I've got miles...they've been by myself.

I've got ideas...but been afraid of criticism.

I'm on the road...but no idea where I'm going.

I've been sober...soooo boring.


So I present to you this humble offering in the hope that it will get the wheels turning again.

{The Unicorns : Show Poster circa 2004}