So in a moment of utter sobriety at Bar X  (okay really, Bar X, NO website? Really?) last night, somewhere between the Moscow Mule, the Pim’s Cup or perhaps that nightcap of PBR, I decided I would ride up all the canyons of the Wasatch Front Saturday morning. Little Cottonwood, Big Cottonwood, Mill Creek, Emigration, City [...]

*as if you needed another Behold, the awesome that is fla-vor-ice! Behold blisters from weekend of riding bikes with too-big gloves! Behold me beholding fla-vor-ice on my ouchies! Behold the consumption of high fructose corn syrup and red dye 40! Behold, the happy hand! Yay!