48-Hours to Live :: Salton Sea Edition

A few weeks ago I was asked if I would like to participate in a photoshoot - it had to do with bikes, and one of my favorite brands: Rapha. Clearly I said 'yes' - all that I knew about this ride was it would be several days long, and the ride we would go on would be a challenge. The one and only Ben Lieberson would be our ride coordinator - he is a true badass, and knows everything about every climb in this area and beyond. Needless to say, I was slightly nervous. I had 2 other Ambassador teammates accompany me - plus my new found biking friend PC - and slight neighbor/boyfriend-fiance work together to an extent. We had never met before - weird. 

Now, I am not going to spill the beans about the shoot - but rather I am going to tell you about something I was able to check off my bucket list...The Salton Sea

I have lived in Southern California for about 4 years. Thanks to my absolute infatuation with the movie Into the Wild I decided that Salton Sea, Slab City and Salvation Mountain were automatically on my SoCal Bucket List. Adam and I have now been to Palm Spring twice, and have yet to venture out to the Salton Sea (more specifically Bombay Beach) - there have been numerous deadbeat weekends where I tell myself that I will drive out there - well, that has yet to happen, and after finally making it there it is probably a good idea I did not travel there solo. 

The last part of our 3 day photoshoot ended in Bombay Beach, California. My excitement was high - although I slept almost the entire way there due to an upset stomach. We pulled into a parking lot with a few rundown buildings - I was thankful that I had on Conti 4-Season Gatorskins because of all the glass that covered the parking lot. Our bikes were unloaded and we were pointed in the general direction of where we would be picked up again. Ben claimed: it is only 4-miles down the road! As we sprinted down the highway I noticed 4, 5, 6, 7 miles tick by on my Garmin. Then - we quickly approached a big green highways sign that read "Bombay Beach 8 mi" - in my head I thought 'are you f*cking kidding me?" - my legs were failing quickly. I had climbed part of the tram and Palms to Pines prior followed by hoping on my bike for the Salton Sea leg of the shoot. I was tired. Emily, our amazing photographer, was able to see the pain on my face and quickly instructed me to jump behind the van for a tow. Ah, I can breath again...

Then, it was time to get real again. Time to hop in a pace line and make it to Bombay Beach. I wasn't the only one that was in pain & tired - everyone there was. Eventually we approached the "WELCOME TO BOMBAY BEACH" sign. I was relieved - honestly. We rode through the outskirts of town, and came upon a gate which lead to the water. We followed it - my intermountainbike lover came out as I jetted off sharp hills and climbed up vertical walls of dirt. A moment of happiness exploded from my legs as I played around like a little kid. 

Salton Sea? CHECK! 
So, this adventure kicked even that much more butt because I was able to experience the Salton Sea on my bike! Being able to complete by SoCal Bucket List via bike makes the end result that much better.

Once we loaded back up into the car I called my mom, I called my boyfriend and I called my best friend - I told them all that I had finally been to the Salton Sea!

With "winter" upon us now in Southern California it is high-time to check some more hot weathered destinations off the list. I can't wait!

Sending Love from SoCal!



On Replay

alt + J :: Tessellate


The Bike That Started It All

The day before Thanksgiving, everyone rushes out of the office oddly early. I found myself staying until 4 pm deliberating if I wanted to pull another financial report, or wait until Monday. 
Earlier in the day, my mother had text me to tell me she got a new bike - matter of fact - the same bike that I currently ride thanks to Trek, a Domane 5.2 (whom I have dubbed Delilah) - her excitement about the new bike made me finally decide to close my computer and hit the road on two wheels [recently, I was told I needed to give my legs some time off - however - my brain has a hard time being on the same page].


I was eighteen when I got my first road bike. It was a graduation gift from my dad - the ultra athletic, handsome, dark haired man that was seen riding his bike all over the small ski-towns we call 'home' while I was growing up.

I remember be excited about the bike; I had only four my love for two-wheel 18 short months before when my mom tossed me on a mountain bike. I have to admit, I may have set my expectations a little too high and was thinking I was going to get a new car...which would ultimately make me the coolest kid in my freshmen class at college, while...neither of those things happened - instead - I had a road bike, a car that wouldn't start, and I was lost in a sea of confused college kids trying to find themselves.

The Cannondale sat in my storage unit for almost an entire year in Reno, packed neatly along side my newly acquired downhill bike and my cross-country bike. My best friend Casey and I shared the unit, we always talked a big game about going out for a road ride - I think that happened once our freshman year. Eventually the bike made the trek back to Colorado with me for the summer, and I decided to give it a try. I found out that some of the girls I was racing XC against were spending more time on road than dirt. I learned how to change a flat, and the benefits of having a few different front rings.

The bike came back to school with me, and soon I found myself riding every weekend with my dad. He would take me to the bottom of well renown climbs in the Tahoe area and essentially say See you at the top. Now, to me this meant only one thing...I HAD to be the first one to the top. That Cannondale carried me swiftly up numerous climbs - that bike also made me realize my love for this weird idea of road biking. In my mind, I was far too young and attractive to be riding a road bike. 

The bike was this weird green; the shade didn't match anything. To make matters worst, I had a red helmet and a yellow Marmot rain coat that was 2 sizes too big - so I looked like a Christmas fanatic 365 days a year. All I remember, was this bike had ultergra and that was a big f*cking deal ( however this term meant nothing to me, because I didn't squat about gear and components)! 

The day finally came, where it was time to trade in my trusted Cannondale R500. I can't remember when I sold it - or who I sold it to, hopefully it found a good home. I think graduated to a carbon road bike - a Scott CR1. But, that is a entirely different story...

Sending Love,



Onward & Upward

28 for 28

I love routine, and honestly depend on it. Well, this year has been nothing close to routine - and I have learned a lot about myself. I have realized that I am an organized nomad, that really just wants a place to call home. Thus, allowing everything else to fall into place. I was told by a handful of my older friends that 27 is rough - well, after spending 365 days as a twenty-seven year old...I concur. And, perhaps the word rough is an understatement.

I now realize that my ideal evening - is sitting alone, with a candle, music and some wine. Not out galavanting from bar-to-bar. My bank account loves me, as do my feet from sans-heels every day. 

So, not everything about 27 was bad - Like I said before, it was a big learning year - so I figured I would summarize my 8765.81 hours adventure:

  • I consumed more lattes, breakfast burritos and bagels than a small army - aka I learned that I LOVE breakfast. 
  • Rode bikes & had drinks with Cavendish - not once, but twice! 
  • Tried to force myself to do push-ups & sit-ups everyday - that lasted about two weeks. 
  • Found my calling for trail running - however, I only run when I don't have time to ride.
  • Saw my dad 4 times this year! Christmas, Random Weekend in February,  Easter, and Memorial weekend.
  • Found the perfect Joshua Tree....in Joshua Tree. 
  • Consequently, I went to Palm Springs twice - I even saw the Cazabon Dinosaurs. 
  • Went to my first (and last) NFL game. 
  • Juiced multiple times - decided that it was making me fat. But, beet juice is mah fav! 
  • Went to Grass Valley, CA -  I have now visited 6 different wine sectors of California 
  • Have ridden well over 4,500+ miles on my road bike
  • Bought a new mountain bike - I am ready to sell it already. Any takers? 
  • Was united with Ingrid, the SportsWagen - I am so in love with her
  • Started seeing a chiropractor - he's the best. 
  • Said Goodbye to Syd - She was my faithful companion of a Jeep with 260,000 miles. 
  • Was named to the Rapha Ambassador Team - This has been completely life changing, and amazing. 
  • Stayed in the house where Germany's next top model was filmed - I am no model though. 
  • Fell in-love with my Trek Domane 5.2 - dubbed Delilah 
  • Went to Joshua Tree - Found an adventure partner that I absolutely adore
  • Have had 4 ear infections -yes, this is still a problem
  • Realized I do indeed like tomatoes if prepared the right way- this is me maturing
  • Was a part of 2 photo shoots for GLOBAL campaigns - a-w-e-s-o-m-e! 
  • Said goodbye to a partner in crime - people change, and go in different directions
  • Went skiing - it was f*cking awesome! 
  • Got an Instagram account - became an addict. 
  • Rode in 2 Gran Fondo's - each being 100+ miles, and I won one of the GRM's for my age
  • Competed in my second Rapha Gentlemen's race - the other one I did was my last day of 26 y/o. 
  • Have had major crushes on 3 guys - all extremely nice. Tall, athletic and brunette.
  • Went to NYC for my first time - itching to go back! 
  • One of the most amazing bosses I've ever had left the company I worked for - bummed. 
  • Found a new rad boyfriend - he plays guitar, rides bikes and cooks - Swoon!! 
  • Went to Ohio - impulse trip, and I had a BLAST! 
  • Realized I like R&B - yikes...
  • Found a really great group of new friends - I still have the old ones, and love them just as much
  • Went to Crested Butte and one my first BIG GIRL vacation - counting down the days until I go back. 
  • Had a gnocchi off - I still think I won.
  • Became an avid camper, okay this is still happening - but - I am trying to embrace it! 
  • Saw Vail Resorts donate a boatload of money towards ALS - words cannot even express the happiness and thankfulness. 
  • Realized that I am a nomadic-soul.
  • Ate caribou - TWICE! But, I still embrace my inner-veggy love. 
  • Finally, went on a boat on Lake Tahoe - after all those years of living there. 
  • I have read 18+ books on my kindle - that was still the best gift I ever received! 
I am sure there are so many other neat things and learning experiences that I had throughout 27 that I am forgetting (even though I keep a journal). Really looking forward to what 28 has in-store for me - it has to be good...

Sending Love from SoCal - 



Rapha, Braver Than The Elements Ride - Orange County :: CA

On December 20th, 2014 - I will be leading a ride from the beautiful little Southern California beach town of Laguna to the Marine Corps Base gates of Camp Pendleton.

We will be rolling out around 8:30 am, from the Crank Brothers office - and riding as a group the entire time. We will head South and do a warmup spin up Bluebird Canyon, and then head South on PCH. Most of the route will steer clear from cars, however, keep in mind this is Southern California and we will never be able to full escape auto traffic - we will have the opportunity to stop and enjoy some snacks and/or coffee in the San Clemente area. The pace will be mellow, so if you want to mash this isn't the ride for you. Sorry! Don't get my wrong, I absolutely adore riding with men and checking them out while they are sporting spandex - this is a women's ride...the more ponytails, and fancily painted fingernails the better!

Trek will have their demo fleet available to checkout and even test out during our easy 60 mile coastal adventure. Other amazing companies are going to be pitching in too - including Fizik Women's Team Velocita riders will be pedaling along side us.

You can check out the route here: Rapha SoCal Braver Than The Elements Ride

Please make sure that you RSVP by visiting the Rapha BTTE site, Click here, and chose the Orange County ride - which is lead by me: Elizabeth Bud Reeder!

Keep an eye on my Instagram for any updates: @ereederreadsanereader (yes, that says: E Reeder reads an E Reader...Nerd alert: I love my Kindle). 

Feel free to ask questions, directly - or by visiting the BTTE facebook page: Rapha BTTE Facebook

Please keep in mind this is about a 60 mile ride, there will be roughly 2500 feet of climbing and we will be riding on major roads in Orange County. You will need to bring your own supplies: water, food and any spare parts you deem important. A helmet is absolutely required and sunscreen isn't a bad idea either!

If you are reading this, and NOT in Southern California - don't fret! There are rides all across the US lead by other Rapha Ambassadors and local shops- if there is not one in your area, you can register a ride on the site.

Sending Love from SoCal!



So-Cal Bucket List, Bubble Gum Alley :: San Louis Obispo

We write our epitaphs on walls with gum,
And though it may be meaningless to some,
We have a symbol of our gummy youth,
Whose walls may not tell some glorious truth,
But eloquently speak of better times,
Of cruising, shopping sprees, and nursery rhymes.
If gum is all you see upon our wall,
Your mind is closed, your spirit shrunk and small,
Though memories of youth may never last,
Gum Alley is our present to our past.”
—“M”, Arroyo Grande, Pieper, Don. "An Ode to Gum Alley." Telegram- Tribune 30, Apr 1986

I have driven through San Louis Obispo a few times since I moved to California. Never really finding the time to stop for longer than 5-minutes at a gas station. Knowing that I am not staying in Southern California forever, I started a list YEARS ago with my friend Pierce dubbed 'SoCal Bucket list'. Both being new to the concrete city - we came up with local destinations that we deemed appropriate to visit during our time in Los Angles. Our first trip was California City, CA. It was weird and totally creepy. Most of these bucket list adventures are looped into a 48-Hour adventure - but - sometimes they are wild enough to deserve their own post.

Over the years I have added on to the list, which now features not only SoCal destinations - but a plethora of different places I need to stop up and down the state. Some...even go as far as Mexico (hello, I need to try authentic tacos).

On a recent 48-Hour adventure (which was really 72 hours) - Adam suggested that actually stop in SLO and I can visit Bubble Gum Alley. For about the last 8 months Adam has been a great adventure companion - essentially letting me drag him to random locations that I NEED to visit.

So, with two pieces of BubbleYum slyly tucked away in my pocket we park the car and adventured down Higuera St for the infamous wall. A group of decked out motorcyclists stood covering the entrance - squawking about how disgusting the alley was. Once I had the opportunity to slide in past them I took it, and quickly agreed with the motorcyclist that that alley is gross - but so cool to see! After pacing up and down the alley a few times - trying to decipher the different gum art, notes and designs on the wall I pulled out the BubbleYum - so that Adam and I could leave our mark.

After doing a little world wide web clicking, one can quickly realize how controversial this stick alley actually is. No one really seems to know when it started, and why. It has been cleaned a few times, but, then the process always starts again and the alley is quickly covered again in various chewing gum flavors.

So, next time you are in SLO and you feel like leaving your mark head into downtown and look for the alley!

Sending Love from SoCal,


The Best Damn Denim

I have a huge issue...finding denim that fits. I have these gigantic muscular thighs from cycling, and an oddly - non proportional teeny waist compared to the thunder quads.When I do find denim, generally it costs an arm & a leg - and tends to only last a year or two. Hence the reason I have such a small pant collection. Morning always consist of the pants-dance, and generally by the end of the day my denim has completely lost all shape and elasticity making my ass go from fab...to...well...eh. The waistband never sits on my waist, because I have to go up in size to accommodate my legs, so, I am constantly pulling them up. Yes...I know I could consider sporting a belt - BUT - in my opinion, belts are for boys and people playing golf.

Have you ever tried to ride a bike with jeans on? I don't know how all those hip hipsters do it, and do it comfortably. What I have experiences is those low-cut designer jeans look the opposite of awesome when you have your undies hanging out and the button cutting into your stomach, super attractive, NOT - What about when that nice white saddle on your city bike all the sudden acquires a hint of blue dye - complements of your denim...Aaarrrrhhh so frustrating. Come on, you have to know what I am talking about!

Well, for all the cycling bb's out there get excited! Rapha has released the BEST DAMN WOMEN'S DENIM. Seriously - these pants are out of control amazing. They fit like a dream, I honestly don't want to ever take them off. Hey Boys that have been able to wear Rapha denim for a few years now, I don't think you realize how lucky you were!

The women's denim is a skinny cut jean, that has a phenomenal stretch - no, they do not look like jeggings. The back was designed to sit like a mid-rise, no more undie incidents. The denim comes in two colors: blue & black - both colors have hi-vis (neon pink) pipping in the inside - similar to the gentleman's jeans. They look super awesome with the cuff rolled up a touch. The blue has has a reflective logo on the inside of the leg, that can be seen when rolled up. The waist actually fits, and the legs actually accommodate my cycling physique.  They fit pretty darn true to size - no need to do the pants dance, in the morning, although it tends to happen out of habit. You can wear these time and time again, without them losing shape, so, yes your butt is always looking fantastic! 

My opinion? They are worth every penny.

Sending Love from SoCal,




Sylvan Esso - Play it Right
(This makes me want to dance)

Sylvan Esso - Coffee

Sylvan Esso - Hey Mami

Henri Pfr - Even Though I'm A Woman
(So into this song right now!)


RGR, Boulder Edition Update

Remember back in July when I did another one of those crazy-long endurance/emotion filled Gentlemen's Races? Well - Rapha, recently posted the video. Check it out when you have a second, by click the link below:


Sending Love,


I'm Fondo-ing

This summer I have logged some serious miles on faithful little Delilah the Domane (close to 3K since that overcast March day that we were united in El Aye). We have rode countless asphalt miles - a few hundred on dirt, and had not near enough rest days. In between my Rapha adventures Delilah and I got into this Gran Fondo funk with Fizik's Velocita team.

What is a Gran Fondo?! Honestly, it was fairly new terminology to me until a year or two ago. I just knew it was a really long ride. For some reason it really never came across as an interest - maybe because I thought it would encompass too much competitiveness (Yes, I Elizabeth just said that...too much competitiveness). I have had the opportunity to participate in both the Gran Fondo Italia in Aspen and in Beverly Hills (maybe Miami too?). So far both of the Fondos have been extremely different - from the courses, to the number of participates, the weather, to the SAG and the GMRs. And, as I sit here typing...I am still confused as to what a Gran Fondo really is. Is it a race? Is it a ride?

So, essentially there are two different distances you can chose from - they tend to be about 50 and 100ish miles. The last two I have done, I have opted towards 100 - once because I had nothing else to do that day, and then the next because I was basically talked into it (I was told I could have anything I wanted if I won - I got second. Shoot!) 100 miles is a cinch. There are normally a few hundred people at the start line - the energy is always buzzing. There is SAG support the entire way - those PB&J's washed down with a coke can be a lifesaver at about mile 80. There are pace cars, and motor cops to keep you safe.  You see everything from pro racers to people on city cruisers - a true array. You can treat the distance as a simple ride, or you can treat it as a race. In the two I have participated in - there has been a KOM (or, in my world...a QOM - Queen of the Mountain/GMR section). This is a hill climb, that you are actually timed up, and the winner is handsomely rewarded - my reward? A beautiful white Kask Vertigo helmet.  This reward came from climbing Piuma - a grade that I have never managed to adventure up during my rides in Malibu.

There is an expo at the event, and normally you leave the event with a bunch of neat free stuff, like Fizik Bartape a bottle of wine, etc. There are beautiful bikes all over the place - Colnago's with custom paint colors that have been intricately built. You can get a glimpse of the new kicks and duds and gadgets for various companies. Bruce Hildenbrand's voice of excitement rings over the speakers - as he warmly greets the finishing riders and fellow friends. When you cross the finish line after pushing through your 50/100 miles you are handed fancy little metal with the Gran Fondo Italia logo on it, as a photographer rushes up to you to get a photo before the next rider rolls across the finish line - nothing like looking completely exhausted.   Reloading all those carbs you burnt is part of the event - the day comes to a close with a large pasta party - I highly suggest accompanying your pasta with some type of alcoholic beverage, clearly because you want to quickly regain those carbohydrates. If you are lucky, and are a VIP, you start off the event a day early with a gala - nothing like bike talk, photographers, appetizers and a lot of red wine prior to adventuring out on your bike for 100 miles - somehow, I have successfully completed this twice...the key? Eat breakfast - find coffee. 

Chances are, there will be some people at the start line that are determined to win. What they are trying to win? Still not sure - maybe a Strava record. There is a small group of pro racers, that will make you realize you are not in-fact fast. You will probably go back and forth with other riders, while trying to establish your pace. You'll stop, you'll have mechanical issues - if you don't  you are one lucky individual - at a mere 110 pounds I am the queen of flats. During the last Fondo I did, around mile 80 I asked myself 'why are you doing this?' - then I remembered it is because I absolutely love being on my bike, and absolutely love pushing myself to the limit.

Fon-do or fon-don't. The best part by far, it crossing the line, taking a shower and stuffing your face with food.

Sending Love,



No Sleep.

Empire Of The Sun - We Are The People 


Milky Chance - Down By The River

Another sleepless night - no surprise there. It's hot as hell here.



48-Hours to Live :: 2014 Rapha Gentlemen's Ride, Boulder Colorado Edition - Race Prep

To TRIPLEDIPPLE preface this: I started writing this post July 31st. It is now September 13th and I am finally dabbling away on it again. The video should be out relatively soon...

To preface this: I feel like absolute sh*t. My legs are like concrete - covered with odd bumps and bruises which were sustained throughout the ride - random muscles throughout my body cramping voluntarily since I woke up. My head is pounding, I have peed a zillion times because of my water consumption and lastly I had a back spasm on the plane that sent me into tears (that was probably super awkward for the people sitting next to me); even more awkward when Adam fetched me from the airport and I was crying and he thought it was because he was late - ha! . My goal is to be asleep in 30 minutes. 

On June 12th, while I was in Rochester (only enough, the same location as I was last year when I got the invite for the 2013 Gentlemen's Race) I received this e-mail:

Hey Ladies!
I received an invitation from Rapha today to put together a six woman team for the Rapha Gentlemen’s Ride on July 26 in Boulder. It is going to be outrageous, epic, insane, adventurous, hard and dirty. There will be a LOT of climbing, a LOT of dirt roads and a LOT of fun. If you are interested, please let me know by Sunday evening. I have to turn in a verbal commitment to Rapha by Monday - this coming Monday!

Of course, being the little self-proclaimed endurance junkie that I am - I quickly said 'YES!' I am in. 

During my confirmation I did not think about altitude, or travel, or really any of the big things to take into account when committing oneself to an epic bike race. The only thing I did know was, I did it last year and I wanted to do it again...this time on an all girls team. 

E-mails started flying back and forth between the six-wonder women that would tackle this course. We decided on jerseys, we chatted about nails and juggled our plans for the race. This would be the first team that I would be on where I would not already know the riding level of all my teammates - rest assure, judging by our digital chit-chats I knew I was with a solid group of women, especially because Meredith Miller would be our trusted captain.  

As I started to pack my bike box several days before I departed for the race, I went back and forth and back and forth between my wheel choice. Ultimately, I ended up going with 303's with a 50/34 compact and 32 cassette and good ole' 28 4-Seasons. I swear by Conti - best tires on the planet! Changed my bar tape. Made sure my shoe choice was the right one...

I took a huge gamble and flew into Denver the day before we geared up and headed out on what would be a 107 mile adventure. 

They say there are two ways you can tackle altitude: 
  1. Arrive the day before your race
  2. Arrive 1-2 weeks before your race, and properly acclimate
Well, let's be real. This bb doesn't have enough time off for 1-2 weeks of acclimation. I played hardball and flew in at 11 am the day before, what can I say - I like to live on the wild side. 

Okay, in all reality I was really hoping that altitude wouldn't be an issue since I grew up at essentially 10k ft. When I arrived in Denver, I bobbed and weaved through the numerous people in the airport (giggled at the line I saw a security, and knew I would have to encounter it days later - EFF!) and had to forcefully make myself NOT stop at TCBY for my favorite airport treat of white chocolate mousse soft serve with carmel on top (old ski racer soft spot). But, seriously...if you have never tried that combo, do it next time you see a TCBY - you won't be disappointed. 

I met my Rapha teammate Lindsay - we quickly gossiped about our newly found amazing boyfriends, love for cycling and nail decor. We would soon meet one of teammates on Excuse Me, Ladies First as she pulled up in a gigantic Dodge ram - which reminded me of my summer with Wilson - still to this day, I have never had a summer as amazing as those few months. Mike turned me into a big truck loving, country listening little bb - and we were constantly mistaken for siblings, weird? We hopped in and quickly made introductions and got back on track to the more important gossipy things. The three-B's...bikes, boys and backgrounds.

The rest of the day went just as expected. Arrive in Boulder > Build bikes > Make adjustments > Ride Bikes. We were fortunate enough to ride with two Boulder locals, who showed us the never ending (and extremely well maintained) paths and trails that bob and weave throughout Boulder. My goodness, those alone are almost a good excuse to move there! This short jaunt on my bike made me realize how I really do love the bike people I have surrounds myself with, and how much I love pedaling. Something I would never trade...

After the ride it was serious prep time, and by prep...I mean eating and hydrating. Lindsay and I adventured off on our bikes to find a bike shop - we ended up at Elevation Cycles. The guys in there were rad - super helpful and accommodating as we entered the store like a bull in a china shop - needing things fixed, needing food, needing tires and Co2. For us carbo loading beings..Elevation is conveniently located right next to a Whole Foods - you guessed it, we totally bellied up to the food bar. I am a sucker for the hot bar mac 'n cheese. 

Finding Skratch Labs was next on the agenda - so with a full stomach, a half charged cell phone and not a very keen sense of direction Siri escorted us to favorite nutrition-ites. The guys at Skratch Labs are the best, seriously. After our hellos, we quickly found ourselves elbows deep in seasoning calrose rice for 300 rice cakes that were going to be handed out to the competitors the next day. 

Theme of the night: MORE BRAGGS and syrup shots! Allen took the time to walk Lindsay and I through how to make the perfect cake, and what the rice should look like. Now, if were being graded on my rice mixing skills - chances are I would have gotten a D in Rice Mixing and Flavoring 101. I was far too busy sneakily-shoveling spoonfuls of maple syrup & Amino rice in my mouth - to only realize this was indeed all captured on camera. Then the bacon came out...one piece for the rice cakes, one piece for Elizabeth. One piece for the rice... 

Instead of partaking in 6 reps of 45 finger pushups for the day, I opted to learn how to wrap rice cakes. Holy crap, if there was a trophy for rice cake wrapping - Allen Lim would indeed own a trophy case full of them (which he probably already does, love it!).  Again, I ended up eating more than wrapping - I know what you are thinking, this girl must weight 300 lbs! Jokes were shared through out the evening, next time you need a good laugh ask me about birds - seriously. What is the bird that represents love? (hint: it is not a dove). 

Lindsay and I hopped back on our bikes and enjoyed a mellow ride back to our place of dwelling. Um, hi..the sunset that night was out of control. We arrived to find our amazing host Johs in the kitchen cooking up a spaghetti storm with homemade tomato and buffalo red sauce - holla! Since Lindsay and I were such avid sous chefs that day we took on the creation of a salad...with FRESH ingredient from their garden. I have garden envy, wicked bad. We sat around enjoying pounds of pasta, wine and discussion our plans of attack for the big day. Bed was calling...the nerves started to set in...realization of what I had actually committed to flashed in my head.

I laid in bed. Staring at the ceiling. Counting sheep. Tracing the room perimeter with my eyes (my own little falling asleep trick). Nothing worked. A call from Adam settled my nerves a little. Then, it was lights out.

Early morning ahead. Everything was laid out - it reminded me of countless mornings spent prepping for -30 degree training in Crested Butte - attire laid on the floor, in the exact manner that it was supposed to be put on. 

Big day ahead..



Time Flies

I like to think I am good at adventuring - and I used to be really good at writing everything down and sharing immediately...but...there has been a lack in that lately.

  • Aspen
  • Crested Butte
  • Tahoe
  • Interbike

I owe you guys some 48-hour adventure updates...they are coming - trust me.

Spending some time focusing on myself right now; hoping that means that I will get back to blogging and reading on the reg (and painting my nails, organizing, laughing and all around just enjoying life).

I leave  you with this...probably my FAVORITE quote on earth right now: 

I Know What I Bring to the Table...
So, Trust Me When I Say - I am NOT afraid to Eat Alone. 


Ice Bucket Gone Rouge.

To Everyone that Called Me Out on the Ice Bucket Challenge: 

Here is an Oakley rendition of the #ALSIceBucketChallenge - thank you to everyone who came out and supported/donated to #ALS today through the Slurpee Challenge. It was a wonderful surprise - I think the world of all of you.

To put it simply, this disease sucks - so far there is no real cure. To date all the Ice Bucket Challenges have collectively raised $111.6m. That's huge!

So, maybe save yourself that $5 Starbucks or lunch run to Del Taco or Wahoos! (note to self: don't buy a bottle of wine and donate!) this week and visit www.alsa.org and make a quick donation - a little bit goes a tremendously long way.

Remember to cherish life - get off the couch and move your body. Run. Bike. Walk - don't take breathing for granted. Take time to give people hugs, and tell those close to you how much you love them.

Okay, so truth be told...Adam got me with a bucket of ice the other night while exiting the shower. Win, win. 

I have a video too - however, it is too long for Instagram and I am crying most of the way through it. However, if you would like to see it...e-mail this lil baybay. 

Sending love and well wishing to all, 



We Always Want More.

Clarity,  content and comfort are something I feel like everyone is always treasuring hunting for. When we have what we want...we always want more. 

I have declared this year to be my 27 Year Old Funk - the year where I can't figure out what I want, where I want to be and what I want to do when I grow up. I know 30 years from now I will probably look back and laugh. 

I am a list keeper. I am a journaler. I am a memories through photos kinda' gal. I have a timeline written out that depicts exactly where I need to be at what ageI have a list of potential locations and companies I would consider working for. I have a list of dog names, and of kid names. I have a list of places I want to visit before I leave Southern California, as well as a list of things I want to do before I leave Earth. I like to think that all of my lists are achievable...or hold the answers to this crazy thing we call life. 

BUT, recently...I decided that it might be time to ditch the timeline. What will be will eventually, BE. However, in replacement of that timeline I have the most vivid picture in my head. I can close my eyes and see it so clearly. So, what is it? 

There I am, in my small town - mountain or beach. I haven't gotten that granular yet. 
I own a bakery, where the star piece is a linzer cookie with various fruity centers. 
I have a dog and a deck that I can sit out on a drink coffee and wine. 
I can see the stars at night; and experience seasons. 
There is a garden that adorns my backyard. 
I have a place to call home; a bed that I look forward to crawling into every night. 
I have someone to love and to cherish. 
I am happy and healthy. 
I ride my bike. 
I am surrounded by beauty - nature is plentiful. 
I am smiling. Things are meaningful. 

You cannot just put your wishes into the clouds and hope that they will suddenly come true. You have to share your dreams. So, Universe...let's do this. 



48-Hours to Live :: 2014 Rapha Gentlemen's Race, Boulder Colorado Edition :: Race Day

It was a quick morning, and it felt like hell froze over because I was caffeine-less. I slyly slipped across the wooden floors of the house we stayed at looking for coffee of any kind - I found myself completely defeated when I came face-to-face with a fancy espresso machine that sat clean on the counter.  I opted for a little more hydrating, a little more eating - I knew that once we got to the start I could find some shots of delicious black mud.

Race Ready

This Gentlemen's Race started from Skratch labs - and 9+ hours later would eventually end there too. The parking lot was filled with bikes, shaved legs, and chatter of upcoming start times and anticipation of the so called 'Switzerland' and 'Lickskillet' climbs - whatever, that meant nothing to me, I was just ready to ride my trusted sidekick Delilah the Domane. After hunting down David and Tillie, I was 3 shots of espresso deep and ready to roll. 
This is one of the most amazing human beings I know. 
Our start time was 7:26 am. At 7:24 our entire team came together and met as a whole for the first time - these would be the babes that I would ride with for the rest of the day, you start as 6 - you finish as 6. I was pumped. As we rolled up to the start line, jersey pockets bulging with supplies (thankfully we had decided to sport the Men's Pro Team Jersey which has three pockets opposed to the traditional two on women's apparel - just a little tip for you women thinking about doing an event like this in the future) for the day, reality hit - and the goal of surviving the day quickly became the number one priority. It was awesome to see about 15 women come out to play with the boys this year - from the chatter I heard throughout the day, we may have been some of the toughest competitors out there. Way to go ladies! 

Time to roll. 
The first climb we had to take on was out of Boulder was Flagstaff - it was a nice gradual paved ascent. I was tickled that our team was riding so tightly, we were strong. However, we were all feeling the the altitude. You know that the climb is hard when you are with a local that is breathing heavily. 

Of course, no race would be complete without a mechanical or two...at the top of the climb we noticed that KP's tire was getting low - we stopped and put some air in and hit the road - within seconds the rear tire had blown off the rim and we were back to square one. Have you ever had Stan's explode all over you? It's not that awesome. I was a speckled mess - but - I couldn't help but laugh. Quick fix, right? Nah. After rolling again it was decided that a tube needed to be put in. All of us stood around nervous to be the one that used the Co2 cartridge, if you do damage with one of those then you are done. So, it was time to put these gentlemen to the test - the Nie brothers team rolled up and quick offered to help...did I mention these guys are the NICEST men on earth? This time, we were up and rolling - on our way to gravel. The scenery was amazing, I wish I could have Instagramed the entire ride. 

The most Gentlemen-ly award, goes to these guys! 
After a few more false summits we made it to our first gravel descent. I was slightly nervous, yet again - this Gentlemen's race I decided to change something HUGE the day before the race: my wheel set. I opted for a set of Zipp 303s with a 11/34 cassette (50/34 compact) and 28 Conti 4-Seasons. Cool, eh? Steve had blasted through the LA course on them so I knew they would be durable enough - however, would the driver of the bike be durable enough? Spoiler alert: Turns out I was since I am sitting here dabbling away on my keyboard. The skills and level of comfort hulling ass down some dirt quickly came back. 

Although RGR's are supposed to be self-supported, all the competitors were lucky enough to have a handful of wonderful volunteers handing out water, rice cakes, Skratch, cookies, etc throughout the journey. It was always nice to pull around the corner and see the Rapha Volvo sitting here with the smiling faces of David and Sarai. During these long events, one of my favorite sites is when the van or the Volvo crawl up next to me - essentially, I know everything is a-okay. 

As we started to get further into the race, you could see team starting to spread apart - as we rolled through the quaint little town of Nederland (where they have a celebration each year to celebrate a Frozen Dead Guy...goggle it.) teams were passing teams which were opting for a rest stop...and a coffee. We decided to go for the "rally up this climb method", Once we made it up to one of the gazillion climbs on Peak to Peak Hwy - we yet again regrouped, shoved down a few smashed rice cakes and got excited for some descending, I mean who wouldn't be excited for some high-speed action to relieve the legs at mile 50?

Matter of fact, I was SO excited that I missed the turn for the next gravel portion of the race, thus leading me down Sugarloaf for about a half mile - just my luck those nice Nie boys were there to wave me down and make me turn around - however this meant more climbing, I may have started to get slightly concerned because my legs were feeling a little jelly. 

Did I mention, I had THE BEST TEAMMATES? I made it back up to the turn and Liz and Meredith were there smiling and waiting, we shared a few laughs about my over zealousness for a decent and then hit the road.
Prestine dirt. 
Next, we headed up Wall Street - which would bring us to the base of Switzerland. One of the two climbs everyone and been chattering about. A climb that made people specifically ride CX bikes for - there I was on a set of carbon wheels and lil Delilah. Wall St was a breeze, especially after gabbing with Liz about future plans, and biking obsessions, boys and love stories.

What is one thing that unites people? WATER! Hopefully, the individuals house that we stopped at and filled our bottles with doesn't notice the influx in his July water bill...thanks for keeping us hydrated homie! We all re-grouped, again, at some random persons yard - which had a water spigot.

Then, one of the toughest decisions of the day came - Lindsay decided to be smart and listen to her body...she pulled the plug. It takes a brave person to realize they cannot go on - if I had a beer in my hand right now I would 'cheers' her. 

You could tell that the suffer level was at an all time high that day for a lot of the riders - there were those that were smart and pulled out, and there were those that were far too determined which ultimately left them feeling like shit. During these races, you can never been over-hydrated and over-fed...however, you are responsible for taking care of all that, no SAG wagon or traditional aid-station there to help...just the smiling faces of Sarai & David with a jug of water, and the occasional chocolate chip cookie.

Snacks on Snacks

Once Lindsay pulled, the rest of us decided that we would finish the race as a ride. We wanted to be able to say that we rode the entire course. We could take it slow, and enjoy the roads we were originally sent out to climb. So, we did just that.

All 5 of us crushed it up Switzerland - I want to thank Jeremy Dunn for taunting me up the first 800 feet before he got wild style and got a flat - in return my foot came flying off my pedal and I jammed my left butt check into the nose of my saddle, leaving me with a really lovely bruise. Liz and I flew to the top of Switzerland - at the very top we found David. We were informed that only 3 teams had actually made the time cutoff, but, because we were 5-we were disqualified; however we had only been 15 minutes off the cut off time aka that means were were hauling ass. Still, we kept riding.

Just our luck the afternoon monsoon weather rolled in. It wasn't just raining, it was POURING! I knew my hair was ruined, oh brother! We all quickly stopped to put our phones in baggies, and just my luck...I couldn't get clipped back in. So, what pedals was I sporting? Speedplay. Now, don't get me wrong - I LOVE my Speedplays, however, during this race I learned they are not suited for gravel riding. For literally 10 miles I tried to combat literally being clipless. It sucked - my legs were starting to feel like concrete, and I was determined to finish what I had started - I wasn't going to let some little mechanical issue stop me. We tried cleaning it with water, nothing. We tried jamming my foot in the pedal with all my weight, nothing. We tried unscrewing my cleat, still - nothing. Out of frustration I hoped on my bike and just started pedaling toward the next town, Ward. Click, just like that I was back hooked in.

One of the biggest challenges would come when we got to the general store in Ward. Do I unclip, or do I just sit there balancing against the fence? Well, I was hungry - so I unclipped and asked the lovely man inside if he might have access to any WD-40 as I paid for my 3rd Snickers bar of the day - what is meant to be, will be! He had WD-40! I didn't just lightly douse my pedals and clips, I freaking drowned those bad boys in lubricant. Go ahead, make some type of joke. 

After consuming some much needed sugar, we headed to towards the last challenge of the day: Lickskillet. In one-mile we would be climbing roughly 1000 ft of gravel at about a 19% grade. Now, I climb a lot of hills...but..I had never taken on anything even remotely close to this. To say the least, we had a fast group of girls that made this climb look like cake - I voluntarily played caboose (bahaha) - we all had our own methods of getting to the top: right up the middle, paperboy style, lost of swearing, etc. Moral of the story: we all made it without putting a foot down. We would later learn that there were other teams (of men) that walked portions of it, or completely opted out of doing the climb all together. So ladies...EFF YA! 

The next 20 miles were a breeze compared to that climb. Nicely maintained gravel switchbacks down to the valley floor. I swear at one point I was going close to 46 mph. I wish  I would have taken 30 seconds to stop and snap a photo of the insane views that surrounded us - perhaps that will remain my little personal memory. We bobbed and weaved back into Boulder - and faced one hell of a headwind rolling into Skratch Labs. BUT, we finished...and well, that is f*cking awesome! 


To the ladies I had the pleasure riding with that day: 
You all are tremendously talented athletes. I cannot thank you enough for all of the support you gave myself and the others on our team while we were out there enduring this crazy race - all the positivity made the idea of making it to the finish a reality. I wish I could surround myself with people like you ladies all the time. I look forward to the day we are all reunited.

To Rapha: 
Thank you. I could not ask for a better program to be on, with better partners. The event was amazing, and challenging. The neutral support was the best - seeing the smiling faces of David, Derek, Hillary, Jeremy and Tim was the best!

Skratch Labs: 
Thanks for keeping me hydrated literally every day of my life. Seriously. Your products are amazing, but, more importantly you guys are all the BEST! I enjoyed every single second we were able to spend together. Thanks for teaching me how to season the rice, and actually letting me be apart of making 300 rice cakes for the race. Thanks for having Pamela out there to help us out if anything were to go wrong (which luckily it didn't). The energy you all portray, and the passion for people and cycling is so inspiring. Oh, and thanks for all the jokes!

These girls. 

The leftovers. 
At the every end of the event, after awards were handed out - Mr. Dunn made an announcement that this would be the LAST Gent's race.....they are changing the format and maybe starting to do things with permits and slightly more legally. I can't wait for the invite... 

Sending Love, 



Deliliah and I Come as One || The Ultimate Adventure of Trying to Ship a Bike

One of the perks of having a big kid job, is the moment you realize you can go on big kid vacation. No saving your vacation days for work furlough, no only using vacation days to exclusively just see family. Using those hard earned fully-paid vacation days to enjoy yourself sans e-mail and desk phone and being crazed with questions and requests all day.

Most people go to Cancun, Park City, Bali or some other luxurious sounding location . Well, I live at the beach...and I grew up skiing and my passport is expired (note to self). So, I have chosen to go somewhere much less exclusive for the average corporate workers ideal vacation. Back to my "hometown" in Colorado. A quaint little town, nestled high up in the mountains that are covered in wildflowers - also known as the last great ski town...Crested Butte. Sounds exciting, eh? Now, take a stab at what I am going to do while I am there? If you guessed ride bikes -  you're correct.

Where am I going with this?

You see, this is a two part trip. One part road bike, One part mountain bike. Bikes are expensive to travel with. If you have flown with a bike before you know how much of a pain in the ass it can be - especially if you are a mini human like myself. Back when I was racing, my hard Thule bike box was my travel side kick - I mastered how to pack my entire bike and wardrobe in that gigantic box (I want to thank all my years of ski racing and traveling across the US for those skills); I could have probably fit myself and entire shoe collection in there too. That's a joke, I have like 1000 pairs of shoes.

About a month ago, once I realized I was beyond limited with space and a place to live - I decided to sell the box - thinking that I would eventually buy myself a nice Biknd case down the road. What do you know, literally a week later I would commit to a race in a different state that I would need to fly to. #dumbdumb. Luckily, I am blessed to work for an action sport company and quickly was offered the usage of another hard case. We FedEx'd the small house-sized box to Boulder - I kid you not, 2 of me could have fit in the box WITH a bike.

So, here I am again. Trying to figure out how to get two bikes to another state - trying to avoid using a hard case once again. I am scrabbling to check rates, find boxes, maybe a soft air bladder case, figure out how to trick the airlines and make it so I don't have to pay. So, literally for the last 24 hours I have reached out to everyone under the sun that knows anything about shipping bikes.

Let's start here...

A lot of people don't actually know how to pack a bike. John Bain for Waterbear Cycles does a great job of walking you through the process in his two part video:

There are several different ways you can ship: the good ole' fashion cardboard box (which people are currently raving about), a nice soft case (which if you are buying new can run you up to $600+) or a hard case (if you are going to spend the money on this, I highly suggest making sure it has wheels).
Honestly, everyone has their own opinion about each type of case - some people swear by a cardboard box, while I was a big fan of the bomb proof plastic hard case. The best part about a cardboard box? Most bike shops have them laying around and are more than willing to give them to you...or they want $10.

If you plan ahead you can ship your bike through one of the fantastic shipping bike shipping sites - such as the following:

Of course, if you are like me you want to ride your bike up to the very last minute and then you see the fee's to have a bike sent via overnight are sky-high. So, then you probably default to the idea of flying with it... Oy Vey - will you ever learn?! The idea of riding 100 miles on not your own bike in just not appealing and you have also convinced yourself that you will ride those skinny tires more during your vacation - although you will be surrounded by some of the BEST mountain biking a ski town has to offer - sound familiar?

ShipBikes.com offers a really handy tool that lets you look up the price of flying with a bike (in a bike caddy) - at least it gives you an idea of what you could potentially be paying, check it out here

You better hope that you have a small frame and you can fit it in a box that is under 62 linear inches and under 50 lbs. Carbon fiber er'rything? Yessir! I don't want to brag or anything, however, my 47cm frame could essentially smush into an empty Oreo box. Essentially, if you are flying ANYTHING but American, United and Delta you are looking at being home-free of charges - don't quote me on that. If you are flying American, United and Delta you better have your credit card ready because you are looking at about a $100 charge. HOWEVER, after looking into the further I found out that if your bike luggage is under a certain size and weight you will just be charged for standard luggage fees. Now, if you ask me $25 seems a lot better than $100 to me. Check it here, click me!

Have no fear, I will be the Guinean Pig on this one - unless my boyfriend does a really good job at convincing me not to bring my road bike. But, little Delilah the Domane is the love of my life and I hate being away from her. 

As for a mountain bike - I ride a small frame on a trail bike. Let's be real - I know that I am not going to be able to get that into a box that fits the requirements that have been posted. So, yet again - I am trying to improvise/hope that some magic happens allowing me to either borrow a bike or find an inexpensive way of transporting it. If you are in the same vote, I highly suggest that you take advantage of one of the bike shipping companies listed out above and use the 3-day ground service. It is highly affordable.

Here are some helpful articles that I found when it comes to traveling with two wheels:
 Like I mentioned earlier, there are a handful of awesome bike cases on the market right now - if you do a lot of traveling and want to upgrade from the free cardboard bike, and feel like spending a pretty penny check out these brands:

So, hopefully you find this helpful. I will let you know how the traveling goes/continues...

Sending Love,



2014 Rapha #Womens100

Bikes are an amazing adventure. 
When you love them, they love you back. 
My bike is the most trustworthy relationship I have. 

On July 20th - 7, 680 women across the world were united by one thing: bikes. All of these women pledged to ride 100 km (roughly 65 miles). Some women were new to the sport, some women were seasoned veterans. The mission: create awareness for women's cycling. The #Womens100 is an movement that Rapha, has lead the charge on. 5-months ago, during The Calling, I learned exactly what the 100 was - one of my girlfriends had previously mentioned it to me, but, we never committed to it. To tell you the honest to god truth - I was terrified that I wouldn't be able to hang - I quickly backed away from the idea of riding 65 miles. I told myself (and my friend Katie) that we would do it next year. 

Next year came, this year I knew that I had no excuses - and had some responsibility too. I needed to inspire women to get out there and pedal. I will admit, I had no clue where to start - generally I play a game of chase the boys - but being brought together with a core group of women at The Calling was truly inspirational. We were given the opportunity to bounce ideas off each other and to chat over the months building up to the event. 

I was given the wonderful opportunity to work with the eccentric people of Bike Effect. The energy that Alison expels can make anyone excited. Every time I clip-clop into the store there is always a warm welcome, bright smiles and a hug - Bike Effect is full of passion, obsession and excitement towards cycling. 

Sunday was an early morning. Like I have done many mornings in a row, I rose in Laguna just as the sun was coming up and the inversion was still low. The smell of the ocean was intense, and the condensation hit you like a brick wall as soon as the door was opened. All I could think was: please let it be a nice day! The drive up to LA was rough - it was one of those days were it didn't seem like there was enough coffee in the world - but - as the sun started to peek out of the clouds as I approached Santa Monica, my heart started to flutter and the excitement started to build. Today was the day - the #Womens100 was finally here! As if the day couldn't get any better...I got an upfront parking spot :) And, there was Alison - bright and bubbly as could be...with donuts. Am I dreaming? The women started to fill up the sidewalk and shop - the energy was insane. It was so wonderful to see how many ladies were committed to this ride. As we rolled down the PCH I had the opportunity to talk with many of these beautiful individuals and learn their amazing stories of cycling and how it has impacted them, and their passion for the sport. 

My lovely fellow ambassador Kelton Wright, and I decided that we would each lead a separate ride. One full of climbing...which I took on (see my link below to see the route) - and one that was slightly longer and would be at a much more enjoyable pace. Kelton always has an open ear, and is my relationship question go-to. What she has to say and the guidance she provides means oodles to me. Kelton is a true inspiration, when I first met her at The Calling - she had only been riding a road bike for 18-months, mainly for commuting purposes too. If I am not mistaken, her first time on clip-in pedals was our first day at camp. To see how she has improved, and grown to love cycling is absolutely amazing.  Kelton has an amazing blog, where she tells her cycling tales - if you want to put a smile on your face, go check out her blog. 

Jenn, who has started Machines for Freedom, was another great and inspirational person to pedal with. She is an extremely STRONG rider, and is dedicated to making a difference in women's cycling. Jenn is trying to pave the way for the perfect women's cycling clothing - you can currently purchase caps and bidons from her site. I think that Machines for Freedom has a very bright future - and I can wait to watch them grow and hear all about the adventures to come. 

Tracy Chandler, my gosh, this girl can ride! Rarely to I come across other women who like to push it up climbs and still chit-chat the entire time. She has become my on the bike/gossip/boyfriend advice confidant. Tracy just got back from a Fireflies tour in Europe, where she had the opportunity/challenge to climb some of the most amazing mountains the Alps have to offer. 

Last but certainly the not least, the most inspirational person that came out on the ride was Lucie. Over the last few months that I have been poking around Bike Effect I had noticed a quite younger girl.  Always sporting a big ole' smile and riding right by the side of her dad. It reminded me of my first few years on a bike - the dad training program. Finally, during the Women's 100 we had a proper introduction and I learned that Lucie was just 14 years old and training a few days a week to do the 550-fireflies ride in September. Let's be honest, she is a true inspiration - She is my hero. Looking back on my youth,  wish I would have found road biking at the young of an age. 

Our ride went through Malibu canyon, to Rockstore, then down Mulholland back to Santa Monica to end at Bike Effect. We past plenty of other women out on bikes that day, which brought a gigantic smile to my face. We were so lucky to have a handful of gentlemen there to assist through the small issues that we encounters...like flat tires. We were even more lucky to have Alison out on Mulholland and Decker waiting for us with rice cakes, water and other delicious treats. 

The #Womens100 is a day that I will never forget. I am extremely honored that I was able to spend it with some of the most influential and inspiring women on bikes. After seeing so many women united by bikes it inspired me to push the movement of women in cycling even further, and promote it even harder. There is absolutely nothing that a girl can't do...

For those of you who did complete the #Womend100, don't forget to register to receive a roundel, click here.

Sending Love from SoCal - time to gear up for the Rapha Gentlemen's Race in Boulder - keep track of the adventure (and the many more to come) by following me on Instagram: @ereederreadsanereader