I, “The Soiled Chamois,” am one-time XXC Magazine & xxcmag.com [site now expired] publisher Jason Mahokey. I’ve been cycling and riding mountain bikes since the early 90s, and spent a good ten years or more unsuccessfully competing in XC and XC endurance events.
In my racing, I pretty much always suffered like a dog in an attempt to get a mid-pack (at absolute best) finish (No talent? Fat? Lush? All of those?). I was the sort that slowed down during a race, not just to dry heave on the side of the trail, but also to soak in a view and remind myself of why I love riding my bike. But mostly it was to dry heave.
Back in 2005 v.1 of The Soiled Chamois was launched and was my journal about training for–and competing in–endurance mountain bike races up and down the east coast of the U.S (just what people needed, another suck, narcissistic bike racer who felt he needed to share his life with the world).
Between 2008 and 2013 I developed multiple DVTs (blood clots) in my legs for unknown reasons and I am now on blood thinners for life. With that my racing is now nonexistent. I still ride my bike, but now it’s at a slower pace with camera in hand, too much pizza in my belly, and beer in mind. At one time my rides were 40 to 70 miles, 5 to 6 times a week. Now they are 25-30 miles and about 3 to 4 times a week.
The Soiled Chamois v.3
Over the past 12 years, the blog has moved from Blogger to Tumblr, and now to a standalone WordPress site. There is way less focus on bike racing and more emphasis on me goofing off riding my bike, taking pics, cooking food, or aimlessly walking around the woods. You might dig it, you might not. There will be no comments (you don’t have the time, and I am pretty sure you will give two shits about what I say anyway, so why even bother). There WILL be spelling and grammar errors. Don’t tell me about them, I KNOW I am an idiot. BUT if you take the time to email me or post about my mistakes you have even more time on your hands than I do. Having said that, if you have a question or comments feel free to contact me.
B-Man: My son Brennan, also known as B, Brenn, or the boy.
Better Than The Trainer Ride™: The rides I often do that are just barely better than spending an hour on the trainer.
Better Than The Trainer? Ride™: The rides I do that fail miserably for one reason or another and leave me asking “was it better than the trainer?”
The Black Dog: The name that Winston Churchill gave to his depression. If it was good enough for Winston, it’s good enough for me.
The Boone: My Trek Boone cross bike that never races cross. Why do people keep getting off their bikes again?
Cameras: Fuji X-T1, Nikon D500, Nikon D610 (used) and Ricoh GR (used) digital cameras are all currently in rotation.
Cat 5 Cooking: I’ve always been the cook of the family, it’s also a hobby, and what keeps my waistline expanding.
The Chamber of Farts: Our spare bedroom that I am often banished to due to my constant gas passing.
Cul-De-Sac-Shack: Our home located in, you guessed it—a cul-de-sac.
Doing Stuff: Mostly riding, but can also include: hiking,
running lumbering, weight training, Jazzercise, and competitive masturbation.
The Dirt Road Launching Pad: The varying locations I start my gravel rides to avoid cars looking to smash me dead. Usually a county park or rail trail parking lot.
The Fatterson: My beat to shit Trek Farley fat bike that is in need of a makeover.
The Fred: Better known The Fred Meijer Heartland Trail. A 42-mile paved rail trail in mid-Michigan that I sometimes utilize to access dirt and gravel loops.
Football, Footy, Footie: Known as soccer to most of America. I love watching it, B-Man loves playing it, I love watching B-Man play it.
The Hammer: The CycleOps direct drive trainer.
The Jacques: Better known as theThe Pere Marquette Rail-Trail (PMRT). Named after Father Jacques Marquette. I sometimes utilize the trail to access dirt and gravel loops in the Clare, Michigan area.
Jake The Dog: Our snoring, farting, slobbering English Bulldog.
Junk Miles Media: The photo heavy sub domain to this digital fish wrap. junkmiles.thesoiledchamois.net.
Me: see intro above.
Michiganderburgh: The mythical–made up–rural Michigan landscape in which I ride my bike through.
Mind Bender: The therapist that I’ve been seeing for over two years now. She has done wonders to help me fend off and deal with the ridicule, fear, and guilt that I grew up with and brought into adulthood.
The Not-So-Stankment: Years ago we had a house with a cold, crap basement: it was the Stankment. Now we have a pretty nice crib with a finished basement. Thus “Not-So”.
The PrOcal: My Trek Procaliber 9.8 SL. An amazing mountain bike that sadly doesn’t see too much singletrack anymore. If you want to buy it, you can.
The Shop: Terry’s Cycle in downtown Alma, Michigan. I’ve been going there since we moved here. I also do their graphics work, web design, and work the register a day or so a week whilst trying not to fuck things up.
Town: Mt. Pleasant, Michigan is where I currently reside. Oddly enough, I was born in Mt. Pleasant, Pennsylvania.
Underemployed (being): I left my last “real job” as a newspaper graphic designer in March of 2009; taking a financial buy out before I could get laid off, Wifey’s transfer to Michigan, and the paper’s eventual implosion few years later. After that I started XXC Magazine. Since XXC Mag closed shop in 2013 I have done freelance design, WordPress website builds, and photography to make some spending money. I also work at the shop (see above) a day or two a week in the summers. In other words, I’m not unemployed, I am underemployed due to a lack of marketable skills in a small town and a lack of a “real” non-art school education. It seems a 2-year for profit art school education only gets you so far. But it’s all good, my underemployment has meant that I’ve been around for B-Man most of his childhood, and for that I am very lucky.
Wifey: My wife of 21 years and counting, the brains and ginger haired, bosomy bacon bringer of the family.
WPA: Western Pennsylvania. The land of partly cloudy skies, rainy summers, yinzers n’at. Also the land in which I am originally from.
Often my writing can be pretty crap, I apologize in advance for my shit spelling and grammar as well as my use of the word fuck.
Thanks for looking.