I was out once at 5 a.m., foggy and sunny and one of those mornings where I might have been the last cyclist on earth, or the first, or the only ever, and just past the little old cemetery that sits down in a pocket of land that follows the sweep of the singing creek a few valleys away from mine, I looked to the left and saw across a tattered cornfield a big black silhouette of a dog that seemed so feral but so somehow human too that it sent a shiver into my heart, and I stopped pedaling, and I coasted and looked at the dog, and it stood up on its hind legs and watched me pass and I watched it watch me until enough fog came between us that we each vanished for the other. I have never seen such a creature again, never will, anymore than I will ever find that same wind. I rode with Eddy Merckx once, when he was old and just a little fat, but he can never not be Eddy Merckx, and he had his team with him, his boys, the ones who’d ridden his best years with him, Jos Spruyt, and Italo Ziloli, and Jos Huysmans and the rest, and they rode surrounding him and bumping up against him and laughing with him and telling stories with such ease that a little piece of my heart broke because I’d had a chance to see even this shadow of such a thing. I made a jump once in a race, the kind of jump I see real racers make but this time it was mine and I was not witnessing but creating, just this once, and I finished third in a sprint behind two German six-day racers, and afterward my friends all looked at me a little different, and I had known for some time then that there were dogs that could stand up and take a hard look at us, right into us, even if only once, but, still, we can shiver at such things, our hearts can break, we can listen as hard as we can to nothing, and it all vanishes but it’s okay. We had it. We had it once. We had the Landlords. We had them. Or maybe they had us. Just that one time.

-Bill Strickland
April 24, 2013

*LANDLORDS CYCLING BLOG* 2010—->2013 RIP
“Don’t send no flowers.”

- my room on 4th and B in 2000. (WRS edition)
Who cares?
good bye.

R.I.P. RAZZ

SR, downtown savage

Hollis hooked these up, theyre in my tin for good luck

Two Bags has one of my favorite bikes in the city

Weekends should be spent haunting NEP with your homies

Lil Bro’s Playlist…..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0DYQBLN6Oo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zaBCjUd_jMQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qXnT3LFTc-s
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-UrNYzASBg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBHHlxHuo10
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-UrNYzASBg

…….he only drinks Landlords!

Places that let you bring your bike in rule….