I've never in my life encountered a more succinct and perfect account of the Homey Fall Festival. Quoth Hollywood (west): "Short Version: LAX, Red Eye, CRC Cafe, Heineken, grease, cappuccino, Hurl's couch, Kelly Mac's, One on One, MGD, bikes, GeneO, cock, (not in that order), pizza, Jaeger, fire, Grumpy's, PBR, Liquor Lyle's, Bloody Marys, Tater Tots, #120, Hurl's kilt, Surly, foot meets SUV, derbies, carnage, 36", Bud, bud, singlespeeds, marriage, hummus, duck, belly lint, Feats of Strength, Squirrel, Emily, blood, paramedics, mushrooms, beer, fire, smokes, leaves, stuffed peppers, bacon donuts, venison, fireworks, Hurl's balls, music in the woods,'wood in the…

Another one in the history books. Thanks to everyone who came and made it a spectacular 10th year. I have nothing to add that hasn't been said already. More than once. Except to cap this post with Donut Procurement Officer Kerl's Homie report, which I think she may have plagerized from Francis Scott Key: "Oh Homie: spicy wine, pokey sticks, charred duck meat freshly shot, bloody knees, and walloping boulders I salute you. " I think I hear taps playing softly in the background. Now get back to work. p/s/ H. Wood Thrasher: Drop me a line. -----

I went camping after work, last Thursday, to get away from people for a spell and test out some new gear I've acquired over the summer. My campsite is a 10-minute walk from the office. That may seem too close for comfort, but it's a stealth location if I go in after dark…so hidden I couldn't find it after I walked away from it Thursday night. I left the office around 8pm, on foot, with my gear packed in a Golite Jam2 backpack. The brush is too thick to get into my campsite with a bike, so I left it…

I stole this from Speedgoat's Interbike blog coverage (which, as usual, is not what it sounds like) because it is very, very funny. And dead on. Chris is, in my book, one of The People Who Get It, and I do not even know what It is, nor does anyone else as far as I can tell, but if there is an It, Chris gets It, possibly even subscribes to It, and if he weren't so damn good at bikes he could make a respectable living as a salesman for It. THE ERIC SOVERN INTERVIEW Day one on the show…

I'm back safe and sound from the Single Speed Cyclocross World Championships in Estacada, OR where Dani Dance put on an impressive inaugural event. Apparently some unfriendly people refer to the fine town as inceste-cada, but after visiting the fine spot and seeing all it had to offer, I think that's just mean. Friday It was snowing when I left Minnesota. No matter the time of year, arriving in Portland is a bit like entering the rainforest. The air wet and green and trees everywhere. I put my bike together and rode around town. First day out and I saw…