Of Note:
- Staple Design
- Sneeze Magazine
- Jacques Magazine
- Ask A Question.
- backyard blam
- You Might Find Yourself
- Rapha Blog
- Podium Insight
- The Cyclocross News
- An Hour is the Same.
- Pavé Pavé Pavé
- Pedal Strike
- Chris Milliman Photography (which is pretty much amazingness.)
- Timm Kolln Photography
- Rapha Continental
- Independent Fabrication
- October Handmade Bikes
- Bloc11 & Diesel Cafe Blog
- CreepyFriendly (J. LaLonde)
- 25 Seven
- Cycle Smart Blog (A. Myerson speaks)
- Mad Alchemy Embrocations
- Velodramatic
- The Washingmachine Post
- Boston Biker
- Molly Cameron
- Rapha Continental
- Igleheart Custom Bicycles
- Circle A Cycles
- Richard Sachs
- Cyclocross World
- Our Boys in Blue...HUP United
- Belgian Knee Warmers
- Rapha
- Cambridge Bicycle
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1 comments:
There is nothing like Pro Rally. I used to crew for a guy named Bruno Kreibich way back when, in another lifetime almost. He was one of Audi's factory drivers here in the USA, along with John Buffum and Buffum's step-son, Thumper.
I remember driving the Audisport team van on these fire roads at night in the complete and total darkness at speeds that anyone but a 20 year old with ProRally fantasies would find unthinkable. And the van is in no way a performance vehicle, it is a high-mileage, overloaded, under-maintained service vehicle weighed down with preposterously expensive alloy parts, spares, wheels, tires, a 55 gallon drum of leaded racing fuel, lights, generator, compressed air tanks, more tires, food, clothes, water, oil, even more tires (tread pattern and compound choice was critical).
We would get in, take off at full speed for the service area, park, unload the van, set up the lights, tools, jack, jack-stands, re-fueling can, two sets of wheels with mounted tires (Bruno always liked to have a choice in case conditions changed on course), food, drinks, etc. Then start waiting. And waiting. Then the cars would start to emerge from the darkness, you'd hear them long before you saw those powerful rally lights, and then it was 15 minutes of chaos as we flagged them down, directed them to the spot we had established, get Bruno and Jeff Becker out of the car, find out what needed fixing or tweaking, what tires he wanted for the next stage, and what pressure, get food and drinks in them, MAKE them sit down, re-fuel the car, clean the windshield (at EVERY stop, no matter what!) then get the car headed back to the timing control with 2 minutes to spare.
Once the car started the next stage, we'd have to start the mad dash to repack everything IN THE RIGHT PLACE (or the next service would be FUBAR) get out the maps (no GPS back then), and take off at top speed thru the woods, at night, on gravel, in a van with drum brakes and a 55 gallon barrel of race fuel in the back.
Good Times.
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