Pause Kitchen

I like meat and beer. Not together. Well, yes. Together. But not in the same glass or anything. I like my meat on a plate, and my beer in a glass. Near each other. Close enough that I can consume them both in turn, depending on my desire. The patterns change, but it’s generally just a variation of this. Beer. Beer. Meat. Beer. Meat. Meat. Meat. Beer. Something like that. Anyway, Pause has meat and beer*. Nice local beers and (I’m told) nice local meats. And while there are lots of places that serve both meat and beer, Pause puts them together on the menu as a special, and they leave it there all of the time. Which you might think would make it less special, but you’d be wrong. It IS special. ALL THE TIME. The deal is...

Allez vs. Predator: ...

According to Yahoo Sports, cyclists caught doping in ’09 face 4-year bans, doubling the current ban of 2 years. International Cycling Union president Pat McQuaid plans to double the current penalty of two years in “aggravating circumstances.” This now puts hopped up cyclists on the same schedule as the Olympics, US...

T-Mobile Sidekick Sep25

T-Mobile Sidekick

  If there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that I love my Sidekick phone almost as much as I love my bikes.  I never expected to care this much about a communication device—In fact, I’d always hated to talk on the phone at all.  I came late to the cell phone party and didn’t expect to stay long, but by...

Lance Armstrong caus...

There is nothing I love more than getting my news about the cycling industry AND my news about the impending global economic doom at the same time. Something about the time saved warms my heart. So it is with great joy that I break the news that Lance Armstrong has thrown himself behind SRAM, and then breaking the news that...

Eugene Short Cross #...

There’s something adorable about Southern and Central Oregon cross races that makes you just want to pinch their cheeks and fix their cowlicks by spittin’ on your hand. They’re small, and everyone knows one another. No one seems nervious. No one cares about holeshots. The riders are are all the same cailiber...

Hood River Double Cr...

My brother said to me the other day, “I wish there was a show on TV these days that opened like CHiP did, where a rollerskating disco theif would ride away in a sidecar and cause a Pinto to flip over on the highway.” I’m telling you this, not because it has anything to do with bike racing, but because my...

Starcrossed – ...

I didn’t go to Starcrossed up in Seattle. Because I suck. But it’s such a popular race I wanted to make sure that it was represented here. So I decided to interview my So So Velo Senior Northwest Race Correspondent. I don’t have a course map to go with this, because our correspondent doesn’t use high...

Mt. Hood Breweries &...

This ride is 103 miles of drunken glory, where the winner is the one who can hold both their alcohol and their composure. And this years event started at 7am at the Hair of the Dog brewery, where the owner was kind enough to open his doors to allow us to consume some of his beer. At 7am. In the morning. That’s the kind of...

Kruger’s Kerme...

I want to be neutral and tell you about “the” race, not “my” race. But you know what? “The” race was exactly the same as the last race, so there isn’t much to tell. Dry. Dusty. Bumpy. Fast. Fresh produce. Jam band. Dirty faces. No shade. Corn stalks. Amy WInehouse on repeat play for 5...

Krugers Kermese #2 &...

We hear at the So So Velo West Coast Corporate Headquarters are pretty fucking tired of Summer. But no matter how many culturally insensitive rain dances we did, we were stuck with another hot and dusty Kermese this week. While the Cubans were getting Tina Turner’d by the rain and wind of Hurricane Ike, Portland racers...

Chamois Butter Sep06

Chamois Butter

It’s called chamois butter. I call it “sham WAH” butter. Because I’m French. And that is just how we say shit in France. But I’m told that nothing is more frustrating than working a stop at the Bridge Pedal, when a thousand sweaty men come up to you asking, in earnest, with double-negatives...

Road Trip: Ashland, ...

Sometimes we have to leave Portland to realize that there is another world out there. A world very, very different from the cycling utopia of Portland. A world where things don’t revolve around coffee, bikes, and bridges. In Ashland, Oregon things revolve around coffee, bikes, and patchuli oil. Lots of patchuli oil. It...

Stumptown Coffee Sep03

Stumptown Coffee

This could not be more obvious. But some things are so obvious that they just need to be said. Portland cyclists love Stumptown coffee. And Stumptown coffee loves Portland cyclists. It feels silly writing a review. We may as well have written a review about rain. Or bridges. Or too-tight black jeans. But we didn’t. We...

McMenamins Rock Cree...

Once the wunderkinds of the Portland beer scene, the McMenamins have fallen out of favor with the cool kids, it seems. They ran around Oreogn buying schools and railroad stations and hotels and funeral homes, gave them all identical menus, then vomitted hippie paint all over the walls until they were indistinguishable. Lesson...

Editorial: Casual CX Sep02

Editorial: Casual CX

All summer long I’ve been seeing gaggles of brightly colored team kits on warm sunny days, riding tempo and laughing with one another. And then, around dusk, I’ll spot those same riders in the darkest corners of Forest Park with knobbies. Sprinting. Dismounting and remounting. Shouldering their dirty bikes up...

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