Gloucester 2014:

I missed Gloucester last year, so I was amped to be here this year. I had some bad luck on day 1, crashing and cracking my rear wheel, but overall the weekend was awesome. We had an great place to stay right on the beach, tons of great food and hanging with friends, and of course one of the best races in the northeast. 

More photos on my flickr HERE.

Charm City CX 2014:

Charm City was hot as hell. There was a lot more sand, and a lot more climbing then last year. Still an awesome weekend of racing, but I’m really hoping for some mud soon!

More shots on my flickr HERE.

Rosko v2.0

The day after I shot these photos, I raced at Gloucester. I made it a half a lap until I got into a crash and cracked the rear wheel really bad. RIP new wheels.

Check out our rad collaboration with ICNY!

cycleangelo:

ICNY x THE 5TH FLOOR CAPSULE COLLECTION
Earlier this year, I was super hyped when ICNY hopped on board as a sponsor for #5THNYC, as I’ve been a fan of their products since the humble beginnings. Fast forward a few months and now a capsule collection is here. 

"Bringing reflective visibility to the active world, ICNY has teamed up with 5th floor over the past year in support of their NYC cycling team to create two unique moisture wicking t-shirts. The first a black tee with a reflective screen print and the second a white tee with a mixed media production of screen print and green reflective sleeve hits."

Pick yours up at The 5th Store.

Lost and Found ; Brooklyn to Montreal
One thing about life that has always been hard to accept is that we cannot truly share experience. We can do our best to tell a story with words or photos, but we cannot explain how these experiences change our perspectives, our paths, or our soul. I could rattle on about how tough it is carrying an extra 50 lbs of weight through 20% grades. I can tell you all about the moments where you felt so unprepared that you weren’t sure how you would make it through, but you do. Thats the meaning of adventure…The quote “adventure is what happens when everything goes wrong” rang true on many occasion. But were alive, and we made it through, and those are things I really can’t explain to you.
Within the first few miles we were talking and laughing and I think every one of us screamed “WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE DOING?” at least once. When you think of the trip we were about to embark on as a whole, it was mind blowing. I think we all figured that there was one answer to that question, and that we would have that answer when we finished our journey, but the truth is, there is not one answer. It is an impossible question. So much happened and the reality is that the riding was only a part of it. What happened otherwise is what really mattered. The amazing places we saw (all of which I’d like to go back to), The lakeside of the land we illegally camped on, the state penitentiary we rode through by accident, the fist sized spiders outside our tent, Ice cream shops that felt like an oasis, all the way down to the seemingly endless amount of roadkill we saw on the side of the road…. Its not so much a collection of individual memories, but a collective. 
I felt every possible emotion during the journey, but the true weight of the experience is unquantifiable… not to me, or anyone else. It was an experience that will ripple through our lives for the rest of our lives. Lost: myself. Found: myself. 
I just got my film back from the trip, and will be posting it in parts over the next few days on the Lost and Found tumblr. Check them out, and enjoy. 

Lost and Found ; Brooklyn to Montreal

One thing about life that has always been hard to accept is that we cannot truly share experience. We can do our best to tell a story with words or photos, but we cannot explain how these experiences change our perspectives, our paths, or our soul. I could rattle on about how tough it is carrying an extra 50 lbs of weight through 20% grades. I can tell you all about the moments where you felt so unprepared that you weren’t sure how you would make it through, but you do. Thats the meaning of adventure…The quote “adventure is what happens when everything goes wrong” rang true on many occasion. But were alive, and we made it through, and those are things I really can’t explain to you.

Within the first few miles we were talking and laughing and I think every one of us screamed “WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE DOING?” at least once. When you think of the trip we were about to embark on as a whole, it was mind blowing. I think we all figured that there was one answer to that question, and that we would have that answer when we finished our journey, but the truth is, there is not one answer. It is an impossible question. So much happened and the reality is that the riding was only a part of it. What happened otherwise is what really mattered. The amazing places we saw (all of which I’d like to go back to), The lakeside of the land we illegally camped on, the state penitentiary we rode through by accident, the fist sized spiders outside our tent, Ice cream shops that felt like an oasis, all the way down to the seemingly endless amount of roadkill we saw on the side of the road…. Its not so much a collection of individual memories, but a collective. 

I felt every possible emotion during the journey, but the true weight of the experience is unquantifiable… not to me, or anyone else. It was an experience that will ripple through our lives for the rest of our lives. Lost: myself. Found: myself. 

I just got my film back from the trip, and will be posting it in parts over the next few days on the Lost and Found tumblr. Check them out, and enjoy. 

lostandfound500:

Day 7

Start: Grand Isle, VT
Destination: Montreal, QC
Miles ridden: 81.12
Vertical feet climbed: 2,301
Stars seen at night: 7 trillion
Tail winds: 0
International boarders crossed: 1
F1 courses ridden on: 1
Locals lead out train: 5
Memories from this trip: A TON

We finished riding on Friday, and spent yesterday hangin in Montreal. Lots to be said about this trip. There will definitely be more to come, so keep following lostandfound500.tumblr.com

lostandfound500:

Day 6

Start: Lake Placid, NY
Destination: Grand Isle, VT
Miles ridden: 61.25
Vertical feet climbed: 1,989
Ferries ridden: 1
Crazy French campsite owners: 1
Paddle strokes in the canoe to go 500 feet: 10,984
Miles remaining on this amazing trip: 86

lostandfound500:

Day 5

Start: Keene, NY
Destination: Lake Placid, NY
Miles ridden: 23.37
Vertical feet climbed: 2,365
Insane overnight thunderstorms weathered: 1
Spiders so big it’s eyes reflected off flashlights: 1
Score of winning mini golf session: 46 (Chris)
$800 “ice ball” makers: 1
Hotel rooms ruined: 2

lostandfound500:

Day 4

Start: Pharaoh Lake, NY
Destination: Keene, NY
Miles ridden: 48.71
Vertical elevation climbed: 3,782
Freezing rivers swam in: 2
Burgers consumed: 3 (each)
Good times had: 1 million

Day 4 recap…

lostandfound500:

Day 3

Start: Saratoga Springs
Destination: Pharaoh Lake
Miles ridden: 77.31
Vertical feet climbed: 5,558
Wrong turns: 7
Mesquite bites: 682
Random front yards camped in: 1
Time we thought an axe murderer would axe in while sleeping: 7
Cumulative hours slept: 9 (mostly by Dave)

Day 3 recap..