2 things on the docket today (Nick beat me to the punch with The Stockard Channing Route photos): 1) The Who Wants A Mustache Ride Year 3, I believe, for this ride/slash/facial hair growing contest from the whack jobs at Category 6 Racing. Grow all the facial hair you can muster for the next month or so, then shave it down to the ol' Ned Flanders for the night of the ride itself. The hair growing part of the ride IS a competition complete with prizes, although the ride itself is not a competition, but neither portion is gender specific,…

One of Surly's many field correspondents, Chris Alabama, recently sent us this missive. I thought you might like it so I'm posting it, although if you're eating maybe wait until later to read it. You'll see. Have fun out there, and have a tolerable Festivus. I really, honestly, don't understand TV. It seems like people use it like a drug--to escape from reality. I also don't understand people who believe there's an "off-season" for riding. I can understand people who aren't that into it, and would rather do something else for a change, but if you want to ride what's…

Wow. Maybe the only time you'll see a Surly rider wearing a Peugeot jersey. What's really strange about this photo, however, is the story that accompanies it. Someone idetifying himself only as 'Dave,' an american evidently stationed with the US military in Germany, wrote to us to send the picture and said: "I took this picture at the Fat Tire Festival in Garmish, Germany September 11, 2004. It is a race put on by the US Army and part of a military race series." The Army puts on bike races? Hey, if they throw in a pair of night vision…

I was out riding trails on Saturday with a few folks. Cold? Not for Minnesota. Snow? Sure, but the trails were in great shape, like when it's dirt, but with occasional ice underneath to make it exciting. In fact, the snow pack filled in some pitted sections, making it smoother than usual. At one point, stopped between laps, I heard a voice I had not before and started looking around to see where it was coming from. No one else was there besides us. I heard it again: "Hey! Let me out!" It was coming from Luby's pocket. "Luby," I…

Side benefits of getting a Pugsley that most folks don't think about: Bonding with the pooch AND getting some court time to work on the jump shot - all while getting dumploads of new snow. -----