Spokin' Sportsmans

A day of riding in the May Valley (more goodness from Mary and Brendan) and I’ve got the fever.

This fever can’t be cured with more cowbell..

It can only be cured by more riding in the May Valley

Saturday’s ride started from the Siren duos’ front door, wound through town and quickly started climbing. “Gotta get across that . . . → Read More: May Valley Fever

Brendan pitched a shuttle ride for the day after Thanksgiving, tempered by the assurance that “you’ll still get your suffer on!” Although they had me at singeltrack ans suffer, he and Mary outdid themselves and offered me a futon in Idylwild. Upon arrival, I was treated to a tour of the new Siren bicycles’ fab . . . → Read More: Mountain to Desert: the Sirens’ Call