A guest post by Laura Colbert of Loose Nuts Cycles in Atlanta, GA
I'm really excited to follow Arleigh's New Years post from yesterday. I too have spent the past couple of weeks reflecting on the past year and what I would like to see in the coming year.
Sorry to disappoint but this post is not about farts. I’m a big fan of really bad puns, so the title actually refers to passing cars while on a bicycle. But, who doesn’t like a good fart reference?
A guest post on getting by without gas from Laura Colbert from Loose Nuts Cycles in Atlanta, GA.
If you are a contant reader you will know my love of Strava. It keeps me motivated, up to date with my friends rides across the world and technology makes my world go around.
When I visit new places (which is weekly) I'm always trying to...
From mid-September to March I am living in knee warmers. My tan lines will prove this as it is pretty far into the summer before the lines around my mid calves start disappearing. Here is my ode to knee warmers...
In efforts to not write a post about disappointment in retailers around Black Friday, Cyber Monday and all things THANKSgiving I am sitting in Starbucks on the side of I-77 to pounds keys and focus on something I can control. 2013 race planning.
For the 2013 season I'm really focusing on a handful of endurance mountain bike races and then a slew of cross country mountain bike series (SERC, Southern Classic and the Georgia State MTB.) Then in the fall of course will be cyclocross domination (it will be domination and not just participation!)
Looking at my schedule and thinking of bikes for work/demo and brand representation I had a lot to chose from. My rock steady go to bike for the past year has been the Salsa Spearfish. Made to crush endurance with 29er wheels, 100mm front, 80mm rear and a very stable handling platform. As a rep I have many brands to represent and having ridden a Spearfish non-stop for the past year most of my stores have seen that bike, or at least listened to stories of how killer the bike is.
Back in 2004 I picked up mountain biking seriously. A friend and I would go 3-4 times a week, crushing the souls of boys on our pink (matching) single speeds. We rocked, we rolled and that year I grew more as a cyclist than any...