Pedal Strike

TweetA friend once asked me why I didn’t just switch my squealing, impossible to adjust cantilever brakes – the front refuses to STFU, so in retaliation, I refuse to use it – to center pull caliper ones. “It’s not like you’re ever going to race ‘cross,” he said. I stubbornly refused to switch them out […]

TweetApparently, when you randomly offer to help a guy without a sewing machine hem his pants, and then go out for beers with said guy and his best friend, you can also end up with a friend that 1) rides bikes [duh], 2) lives about three blocks away from you, and 3) encourages following through […]

TweetI’m not quite addicted to Facebook, yet. Or, not as addicted as some. I don’t need to de-activate my account during finals because I’d be on it otherwise. I guess I’m just lazy; I don’t update my status numerous times throughout the day, I don’t stalk friends through pictures, and I don’t have 2398012984722 pictures […]

TweetNothing gets me up Heartbreak Hill faster than another cyclist with gears. I once climbed that thing so fast I had to juggle basic life tasks like “trying to breathe” while coughing, gasping, and trying not to fall over. Nothing, apparently, makes me pedal faster than seeing another cyclist up ahead of me. Yesterday afternoon […]

TweetIs the week over yet? I’ve been a complete mess this week. The week I decide to take an hour out of my day to bike bike bike, I end up with 10 million things to do. Which means that even though when I get home, all I want to do is limp to my […]