I’m riding my bike from San Francisco to Los Angeles, June 3-9th. Ride all day, sleep in a tent, repeat. I’m raising money to fight aids!
‘Cycling’ Archive
THE DRUNK DIET IN BICYCLING MAGAZINE
Mar
09
2012
This is a dream come true. I’m a loyal subscriber.
“If you need motivation to ride, run, or just eat better, you’ll find Carl to be an inspirational cheerleader for the healthy rock-and-roll life.” – Bicycling Magazine
CLICK HERE to read the FULL REVIEW!
300 MILES – ONE MAN – ONE BIKE – ONE CAUSE
Sep
19
2011
Day 1: 105 Miles
Day 2: 110 Miles
Day 3: 85 Miles
I can’t even begin to express the amount of joy and happiness I feel for what I accomplished this weekend. The fact that I did so for others and not for myself makes it all the more gratifying. So many miles I felt I couldn’t go on and I prayed to god to help me carry on through the pain, hunger, dehydration, soar muscles, Advil and Vaseline. And if I have to eat another fucking Cliff bar I’m going to hunt down Cliff and kick his fucking ass. But I did it. I was triumphant. I came in at the front of the pack all 3 days. Strong, healthy, victorious. I felt as though I could have even done a 4th 100 miler on Monday, although I was grateful it was not a requirement.
Special thanks to the LGBT Center of New York and the Breaking the Cycle family. You are amazing and I look forward to seeing you all again next year. Thanks to everyone who donated. You did an amazing thing and you should be proud of yourself. You were with me on that concrete slab of pizza called my bike seat for each and every grueling, painful mile.
And most of all I’d like to thank my bike, Karen, for being a true champion and taking on a 2 foot pot hole at 26 miles per hour and not even getting a flat tire.
I love you all. Together, we will bring an end to this terrible disease and the trauma it causes to so many lives each and every year.
Thanks to your help my obligations as far as my donations has been fulfilled. The fight however, continues. If this story has moved you please click HERE.
TOO MUCH EXCITEMENT?
Sep
03
2011
Woke up at 6:30. Road my bike 70 miles.
Passed two bikers who had collided and lay on the sidewalk post collision with neck braces. Female biker had blood dripping from her head. 8 Miles later a woman in my group ran into another biker. Also ended up on the sidewalk, bloody.
Came home, friend calls – “Dude you’re never going to believe what I saw last night. This 24 year old kid on his bike got hit by an SUV and died on impact.”
New York City. Never a dull moment; which could be a bad thing. I live in a place where I see more in two hours than many people see in 10 years. Am I crazy for needing so much excitement in my life? It’s possible. But so are the other 11,999,999 people, and 12 million people can’t be wrong. Although I’m not quite sure they’re right.
Be careful out there. And wear a helmet. While walking.
