FDJ guy: Is that the new fizik Kurve in Bull? Fast Phil: Oui. FDJ guy: Mind if I have a…
Some years ago, Issue 12 of Rouleur reawakened an obsession in me, one with a peculiar nature to it that only bicycle…
April 2012 promises top be a special month for any Velominatus. While the current icons of our great sport do…
We kick off the first races of the 2012 VSP with a double-header as we open the picks for the…
The 2012 Velominati Super Prestige kicks off in proper form this season with the debut of Omloop Het Nieuwsblad as…
I have a friend who is borderline OCD. He'll sometimes wash his hands dozens of times a day, doesn't like…
Focus groups are forced marches out of the safety of our locked and darkened offices to delve into group work…
One eye open and dreaming; were the building on fire, I suspect this shell of a man could hardly be…
Souplesse. Only the French would have such a word; one you can sink your teeth into, chew on. It begs to…
When done correctly, Cycling can be both the hardest and dirtiest of sports. We relish in the glory of returning…
Anyone who has happened by Velominati this past week will know our site has been in a serious breach of…
One couldn't get much further from Shropshire, England than Adelaide, South Australia (in more ways than just lat-long) and yet…
"My teeth are famous!" exclaimed Fränk while Mrs. Scaler was running around with her shiny new camera, documenting the day.…
Even as a Pre-Cambrian Velominatus, the rusty wires in my brain must have made the connection between my machine's aesthetics and the…
Building a frame has been, since childhood, a dream which always seemed a little bit out of reach. Aside from…
While it took seven Belgians to dominate the Men's Cyclocross World Championship race on Sunday, it only took a single…
One of the cairns on the unknowable path to Cyclist is riding one's first unimaginable distance. In the non-metric world…
We're an under-appreciated people, the Dutch. As a society, we have led the European standard of civilization. Always ahead of…
It's so close I can almost taste it. The mud. The dust. The heavy Spring air, turning to rain, blown…