Stampede, Honky Tonk, Rove, and that pukey feeling

From Sellwood Cycle: For the fourth year in a row, the Oregon Stampede brought fools and heroes, myself and Mike from the shop among them, to North Central Oregon for another foray into seldom traveled territories. I decided on Tuesday to go for it, and Mike made his mind up late Friday afternoon. Neither of us had put any kind of training in, aside from a steady diet of canned beer and fried foods, but we’re veterans now and we knew what we were getting ourselves into. To us, the Stampede is more about finishing than it is about finishing well. And finish we did. Read more