Pedal Strike

TweetAlmost exactly six months ago, I was still freewheeling it on the Bianchi. I bought into the hype and was consequently terrified of going fixed; hence I was stuck in that gray area of the freewheel where I almost got scene points until I started coasting. The resulting inferiority complex really killed me. Ironically, I […]

TweetI woke up this morning with my face pressed against wire. Wtf? And then I walked into the bathroom to find two bare rims in my bathtub and tubes hanging from my shower curtain rod. Oh yeah, I left my bike in pieces last night. Oops. Not the Dolan; I had enough sense to perch […]

TweetAlways having been the less talented of my parents’ two daughters, I was constantly presented with two choices: excel in something different or be content and find value in being, well, inferior. It’s easier to be the latter…but my parents didn’t raise me that way. Unfortunately this can usually results in me doing things just […]

TweetI remember the first time I rode something I knew I couldn’t control. A black, half-trained filly – back in the days when I was obsessed with real ponies/horses – everything had to be done in reverse. Pulling on the reins made her tuck her head in resolutely and take off. The natural human reaction […]

TweetI’ve never been an endurance athlete, so I knew I was going to putter out of steam sooner or later. Even with blogging; my fingers are actually tired from typing. Because – did you notice? – I blogged every day in March. It was a personal goal that had me sprinting to bike events, parties, […]