Pedal Strike

Tweet There’s really no point in cheating. Because in the end you figure out/come to your senses that you should have stuck with whatever/whomever you’re cheating on in the first place. I would know. Or at least my legs and ego would. (Who would have thought that I could get up hills faster with one […]

Tweet It’s hot out. Like the sewing machine is melting off my face hot. So maybe someone can use a hat or two in this heat. Or hopefully the owner of a white bike with matching helmet parked across the street from the Loew’s can. At least it’ll keep the sweat out of your eyes. […]

Tweet You know when you start hooking up with someone who is clearly psychotic and who keeps trying to rip your balls off but you keep going back for more? And you tell yourself that it’s because the sex is so awesome or because she’s so hot and you probably couldn’t do better and all […]

Tweet You people need to stop moving. Start parking your bikes and stop watching them. Stop coming out of buildings right when I pass your bike with this brown paper bag in my sweaty hands. Stop not hanging out at all the places you usually hang out at but chose not to hang out at […]

Tweet I’m letting this one go. Part of me doesn’t want to. Probably because I’m OCD. All the future mistakes bother me. The size won’t be right, the shape will look weird on whoever finds it, the fabric’s…kinda shiny, the brim’s bound to tear, the blind hem will come undone, the everything that’s wrong with […]