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...

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...