Pedal Strike

Tweet1.57am. That’s when I finished. Not like that’s unusually late these days. Between rides, blogs, and scheming, late nights are becoming part of the whole routine. A dizzying one that has me nearly falling asleep as I brush my teeth and having small fits of existential crises over gchat. All while some part of me […]

TweetOne reason I tend to ride alone is the blissful ignorance of how fast I am not going. No fancy cycloputer on my handlebars, no stop watch, just a cell phone and a mental note of when I roll out. Of course, when you ride with friends with gears, everything sort of changes. Not in […]

TweetDress up. Dress down. Change shoes. About three times a day. Another summer working in Boston. I love shoes, but this is getting to be a little too much. It feels like I consistently have three pairs of shoes on me that I’m actually wearing. Needless to say, my outfits are changing, too, almost a […]

TweetImagine newspapers, fabric, bottles of screening ink, plastic tubs of cottage cheese [for mixing ink], and tailor’s chalk strewn around the floor, cardboard boxes spewing out fabric with a track bike wedged into a corner and you have an idea of what my room currently looks like. Needless to say, it’s a mess [no, I’m […]

TweetWhen I was little, it seemed like every household except mine had that game. I loved it though [who didn’t?]. I remember seeing a friend with the game in college, and attempting to pick out the plastic pieces for the first time in over 10 years. Even sober, it was hard, and after about 12 […]