February 02, 2017
The Escape From LA: Stage 3
Looking incredulously at the chicken and waffles placed in front of my gaping maw, I wonder how I got here. By here, I mean this prototypical breakfast spot in a prototypical coastal California burg. Incredulous? It's because my chicken and waffles have been made with drumsticks. I am an unabashed...
February 01, 2017
The Escape From LA: Stage 5
For anyone who's ever raced a longer stage race, there's a sense of physiological familiarity that happens somewhere around the third day, and it compounds, like interest. Getting out of bed becomes harder. Walking is laborious. Stairs are devastating. Mental faculties deteriorate. Sleep is precious, and the growing mountain of...
