Okay so the story goes that one day I decided to race my beloved Monocog in the O-cups out in ontario, Canada.

Here was a photo from the start of the first race where I did this, the XC race at Kelso. It had a massive climb, and needless to say I hurt like a bastard!

This one REALLY hates fun. Bunches!

Despite his questionable lust for grass and lawn ornaments, I have to totally, agree with the Gnome there is something wrong in the world today and I think its SSWC05

What is this? Gary Fisher to be a title Sponsor at this years Single Speed Worlds? Go Cart qualifiers?

Sounds like a kind of fucking Christian Fellowship?

All the talk of "organizers" a fancy website, and title sponsor is too much. I will be the first to admit that I am a bit bitter I didn't get on, the sign up filled almost instantly, but SS is about pain, debauchery and way too much alcohol. I think we should all take GZ's example and start a fun hater SS championship. No bikes over an ebay value of $300 allowed to race. Preferably, the frame is at least 20 years old and it has to have a shitty paint job. And no one is told of the course prior to the start, you are handed a map and you giver.

You know it has been a good adventure when it has technically only been two weeks since you left, but you can't remember life prior to the trip. Has it been weeks, months or years since I left? All I can say for certain is in my absence I missed out on the Vancouver contingent of the World Naked Wide Ride.

I find moments such as these are a common occurrence anytime riding I have been riding in the desert. Although I grew up in the temperate rain forests of the Canadian West Coast, I find myself inextricably drawn to the Southwestern deserts of the United States. It's not an exotic travel destination that the urban elite. Instead, it is a dry, barren, dusty and expansive area that is sparcely populated by often odd quirky people. Yet, this barren and desolate area seems epitomize the quest for life and adventure. Such notions became lucidity to me while passing burning cars and riding epics single track in the high desert of the Eastern Colorado.

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