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Goodbye VeloDevi. Helloooo Ümabomber.

Dear Fans, Friends and Frenemies, I have good news and bad news. First the bad news. The VeloDevi is dead. Long live the VeloDevi.

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umabomber.com screenshot home

Goodbye VeloDevi. Helloooo Ümabomber.

Dear Fans, Friends and Frenemies, I have good news and bad news. First the bad news. The VeloDevi is dead. Long live the VeloDevi.

Climbing Homestead Road to the trailhead.

Haters Gonna Hate. Riders Gonna Ride.

Maybe it was finally being healthy enough to ride. Or maybe, just maybe it was all that hard work I did last fall, working on my technical skills. Or maybe I absorbed ninja superpowers subconsciously while watching all those the Kung Fu movies while I was laid up, feeling evil due to lack of inactivity…

Climbing Homestead Road to the trailhead.

Haters Gonna Hate. Riders Gonna Ride.

Maybe it was finally being healthy enough to ride. Or maybe, just maybe it was all that hard work I did last fall, working on my technical skills. Or maybe I absorbed ninja superpowers subconsciously while watching all those the Kung Fu movies while I was laid up, feeling evil due to lack of inactivity…

Surveyor's Ridge trail loverlooking Mt Hood National Forest

Beer, Bacon, Bourbon and God

If God lives inside me (like some people say) I hope he likes beer. And bacon. And bourbon. Of course, it’s possible what I consider a fondness for beer, may in fact be a case of God pulling my strings. That’s it! God makes me crave delicious dry hop Northwest IPAs and craft bourbons! Or maybe Hopworks spikes their beer with crack and God is really a crackhead. Either way…I WIN!

Surveyor's Ridge trail loverlooking Mt Hood National Forest

Beer, Bacon, Bourbon and God

If God lives inside me (like some people say) I hope he likes beer. And bacon. And bourbon. Of course, it’s possible what I consider a fondness for beer, may in fact be a case of God pulling my strings. That’s it! God makes me crave delicious dry hop Northwest IPAs and craft bourbons! Or maybe Hopworks spikes their beer with crack and God is really a crackhead. Either way…I WIN!

Game Face on Borrowed Tranny

Resolution Revolutions

Yoga was the gateway drug that got me into competitive and extreme sports such as bike racing and rock climbing. Hurtling down a mountain at top speed or defying gravity while hanging from a rope requires the utmost presence. But this presence isn’t just available when you’re on the rivet…

Game Face on Borrowed Tranny

Resolution Revolutions

Yoga was the gateway drug that got me into competitive and extreme sports such as bike racing and rock climbing. Hurtling down a mountain at top speed or defying gravity while hanging from a rope requires the utmost presence. But this presence isn’t just available when you’re on the rivet…

I Am The Boss of Yoga Wussies

A story earlier today on FOX News discusses whether or not yoga is a sport and in fact “wussifying America’s children.” You can watch the absurdity unfold in the actual video segment, here. From the very first opening statement, the

I Am The Boss of Yoga Wussies

A story earlier today on FOX News discusses whether or not yoga is a sport and in fact “wussifying America’s children.” You can watch the absurdity unfold in the actual video segment, here. From the very first opening statement, the

Some Thoughts on Leaps of Faith

Rumors have been flying across the internet that my happy dance video from last week’s post caused me to bust my ankle. Relax (Mom). This is absolutely untrue. What caused me to bust my ankle was trying to carve that

Some Thoughts on Leaps of Faith

Rumors have been flying across the internet that my happy dance video from last week’s post caused me to bust my ankle. Relax (Mom). This is absolutely untrue. What caused me to bust my ankle was trying to carve that

Dear Fruita (The Breakup Letter)

Dear Fruita: The past few years spending time with you has been great and all, but I’m writing to tell you we’re breaking up. Its not you. It’s me. Or rather, it’s Bend. And more specifically, it’s Phil’s trails. And

Dear Fruita (The Breakup Letter)

Dear Fruita: The past few years spending time with you has been great and all, but I’m writing to tell you we’re breaking up. Its not you. It’s me. Or rather, it’s Bend. And more specifically, it’s Phil’s trails. And