I posted this picture as a joke in yesterday's Anatomy of a Photo piece, but I find myself going back to it…
Don't be distracted by the sweatband or the lame Bolle sunglasses; this man is a stud. He came from a different…
The Velominati are proud to present the following guest article by our community member Cyclops. As if we needed more…
Reading articles and viewing accompanying images here you'll notice a common piece of equipment on a large number of the…
It is said that this race is one of the easiest to finish but hardest to win. Really, it is…
As described in Bar-o-Phelia, my bar obsession festered and grew over a period of a few years, and then was…
As cyclists, our legs bristle with anticipation at the sight of a hairpin turn. Stitch a series of them together…
It starts with a casual observation. You hardly even noticed when it happened, but something shifted in your mind. A…
As a cycling fan, I find that it is easy to neglect some of the physiological particularities of our sport. …
As we grow older, humility takes it's chilling hold. The little nagging questions like, "Will this next activity kill me?"…
So I just got back from a 30k shake-down ride and Il Gruppo Progetto is exactly what I expected. You…
We recently trod into territory we simultaneously avoid and willingly dive headlong into: doping and the intrinsic hypocrisy therein. While on the subject…
The Velominati are proud to present the following guest article by our community member Steampunk, who splits his time between…
VSP Giro Di Lombardia 2010 The apron is at stake for this, the last classic of the season.
Photographs trigger memories and emotions within the human psyche that last a very long time, and remind us of where…
The Velominatus' machine is their own manifestation of personal taste and demonstration of adherence to The Rules. We each, in…
After a long, hard day of dishing out pain to the peloton it's time to chillax with der Homies. Here…
I awoke Sunday morning to the sound of the driving rain on the windows, buffeted by gusts of wind. I…
Just a week after contesting one of the most brutal, exciting one-day races of the year, a bevy of battered, tired…
We met by chance, or so it seems. I suppose there really is no such thing as "chance". I was…