Princess Kennedy: Beauty and the Bike

Princess Kennedy: Beauty and the Bike
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It’s strange that this is the first time I’ve actually written a bike-specific column for the bike issue, because I’m such an avid cyclist. I don’t drive—I never really have. In fact, I let my driver’s license expire over 15 years ago and never bothered to renew it. I’m the stereotypical city-ite who lives her life within a mile of her house, and if I can’t get there by bus, TRAX or train, then I most likely just don’t go there. If I leave the Downtown area, it’s usually on a plane.  … read more

Aggie Blue Bikes: Logan’s Mission Conscious Bike Shop

Aggie Blue Bikes: Logan’s Mission Conscious Bike Shop
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While Salt Lake is heavily laden with a rich cyclist subculture, it’s easy to forget that beyond the city limits, the trend of living green and working to improve air quality is spreading. Aggie Blue Bikes (ABB) is the poster child for taking on a cause with no reservations.  … read more

Mike Brown: Soccer, Beer and Piss Bombs—Kickin’ It with Nick Rimando

Mike Brown: Soccer, Beer and Piss Bombs—Kickin’ It with Nick...
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According to my drunk friend, Danny, who is an RSL season ticket holder and sometimes takes me to games, Nick is “like, the best dude ever!” So I figured I’d better interview him. … read more

Skivenge

Skivenge
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I felt compelled to defy the disingenuous liberal attitude that snowboarding connotes for me, but also to redefine skiing as something other than being for older folks, faux, white thugs with saggy ski pants and trust-fund frat babies. Though I know it’s an expensive hobby, I romanticized the days when “ski bums” lived up to their name, and wanted to re-appropriate skis and poles from privileged means for entertainment to weapons of carnage to pillage the ice amid mountainous splendor.  … read more

Mike Brown’s Monthly Dirt: House Party!

Mike Brown’s Monthly Dirt: House Party!
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I’m not a big fan of house parties these days—I prefer my drinking on the idle comfort of a barstool or in the cozy confines of my couch. Maybe that’s why I usually end up acting like such a jackass when I go to a house party.  … read more