How I got
I never had a reliable car all
throughout high school and college. I ended up riding my
bike almost as often as I drove my car. Eventually, I
started to realize that I preferred riding to driving, and
here I am today!
Why I love
When I ride a bike, I am free.
1. '08 Ibis Silk SL road bike with
Sram Red drivetrain
2. '03 Trek XO-1 cyclocross bike
with Shimano Ultegra drivetrain
3. '98 Kona Caldera hardtail
mountain bike with Sram X0 drivetrain
4. '06 Ellsworth Truth
full-suspension mountain bike with Sram X9 drivetrain
5. '09 Specialized Langster S-Works
track bike with Truvativ and Sram drivetrain
6. '03 Trek 5200 road bike with
Shimano Ultegra drivetrain (converted to a time trial bike)
7. An early '90s Bridgestone
aluminum road bike converted to a single-speed town bike
bike racing idol?:
Marty Nothstien. His thighs are as
big around as my waist!
My favorite road ride would have to
be the Davis Mountains Loop in far west Texas. The
75-mile ride starts in the high desert town of Fort Davis
and takes you through the heart of the Davis Mountains, the
second highest range in Texas. Along the way, you pedal past
a surreal, lonely wind generator farm on a giant ridge
followed by an easy descent into an expansive open plain
with views almost all the way into Mexico to the south. Then
you start a long, tough climb into the actual mountains
where you continue to climb and descend past the Nature
Conservancy's Davis Mountains Preserve, the Eppenauer Ranch,
and the University of Texas McDonald Observatory.
Eventually, you top out at a maximum elevation of 6250 feet
before dropping down a screaming, sweeping descent into
a beautiful valley past the the Prude Ranch and Davis
Mountains State Park. Then you ride under giant cottonwood
trees alongside beautiful Limpia Creek and pass Fort Davis
National Historic Site on your way back into town. The Davis
Mountains are so unique that the National Park Service once
considered them for a new National Park before the local
land owners gathered together and politely said no to the
If I had to pick a favorite mountain
bike ride, I would have to go with Chutes and Ladders
outside of Fruita, Colorado. The name is apt. That's pretty
much all I can say. Any other words don't really do the
trail justice. Unless those words are "whee!" and "woohoo!"
And while we're on the topic, I might
as well mention my favorite velodrome, the 7-11 Velodrome in
Colorado Springs, Colorado. That's just a classy operation
and a well-maintained facility with the backdrop of the
magnificent Rocky Mountains looming on the horizon.
I want to still be racing bikes when
I'm an old fart, and preferably not finishing in last place,
despite my age.
I enjoy hiking and backpacking, with
the occasional canyoneering trip thrown in for variety. I
like taking motorcycle road trips. Once I figure out how to
bring a bicycle with me on the motorcycle, I'll really be
happy. I enjoy target shooting with guns. I play folk
guitar. I play the tuba. I'm learning to play the mandolin.
I am an amateur astronomer.
stories/facts about me?:
In 2003, a 10-minute documentary
about a weekly pirate bike race called "The Tuesday Nighter"
premiered at the South by Southwest Film Festival in Austin,
Texas. The film was made by riders with cameras strapped to
their handlebars, saddles, and helmets (this was years
before GoPro and Contour cameras were around). The final
shot of the film features yours truly sprinting to a
I'm probably the farthest-flung Celo
Pacific member. I'm a Park Ranger living in Death Valley
Achievements & Results?:
I can't ever forget the first
race I ever won. It was a collegiate road race hosted by
Texas Tech University outside of beautiful (that's sarcasm,
for those who can't tell) Lubbock, Texas.It was truly
ghetto. The weather was cold, and I couldn't afford any warm
clothing other than arm warmers. I took to covering the mesh
vents on my cycling shoes with duct tape before the race
started. I was uncomfortably cold during the entire
race. Early on I got dropped on a climb during the first of
two laps. I managed to bridge back to the pack and
eventually went with a five-man break. I then got dropped
again on our second time up the same climb. After a lot of
solo chasing, I eventually caught back up to the breakaway.
We then shed a couple of riders on our way to the
finish where I sprinted to take the win. There were
literally only four people at the finish line, two of whom
were race officials. My teammates didn't even know I had won
until I told them later in the day. Still, despite
everything, that win is one of my favorite cycling memories.