Pedal Strike

TweetSharing is caring, I know. But sometimes, I’m tempted to keep certain things to myself. Like those gems of whatever that you discover, and then hide away, at least for a little while, while you weigh who you’ll let in on your little secret, and in what order. The irony being that I don’t really […]

TweetI’ve always been skeptical of out of body experiences and the people that “experience” them. I remember, back in high school, a girl once told me how she got so high [off weed] that she felt like she had become the glass of water on her desk. Somehow I restrained myself from telling her that […]

TweetI hate it when people ask me whether I prefer hot or cold weather. If I had to absolutely choose one over the other, which one would I pick? Like if all year long, it was either really hot or extremely cold, and you couldn’t ever move again. It’s kind of asking someone, if forced […]

TweetBeing single and female presents its plethora of problems. Add “Asian” to the mix and it’s like a whole nother universe. Like if anyone seemingly flirts with me [a rare occurrence, thankfully], I immediately imagine their rooms: a tiny closet-like space filled with anime posters, Asian language books, pictures of ex-girlfriends [all Asian], and a […]

TweetI’m boarding another bus this afternoon to head back home to Boston. Goodbye NYC, goodbye swelteringly hot printing studio in Billyburg, goodbye comfy black couch in NYC Velo. And also, in a way, goodbye summer. Not that it’s over, technically. But most cyclists will probably agree that they’re feeling it pulling to a reluctant close. […]