Pedal Strike

TweetStill spinning on this tdf high, it’s all I can do to wait for the weekend where a tdf brunch is planned. I’m secretly [okay, not so secretly anymore] scheming. Brioche from Bouchon Bakery or Balthazar? Or should it be a croissant? Coffee or an Americano from Abraco? I’m torn. But one thing I’m certain […]

TweetLike any good cyclist, I have dreams of Portland, OR. Never mind that I’ve never been there, or that I hate rain, or that a city overflowing with cyclists is more than a little bit intimidating. It’s the ultimate destination for anyone who is completely obsessed with cycling, even if, like me, they can barely […]

TweetDespite all the pins and needles scattered around my desk and floor, it’s my knee that’s feeling it today. But it was so worth it. Yesterday was gorgeously beautiful; a clear summer day with radiant blue skies and the kinds of clouds you want to chase on a bicycle. Summer had arrived in Boston at […]

TweetIt might feel like October in Boston, but you know it’s summer when everyone starts chasing a yellow jersey. Ah, the Tour de France. Having no TV, blown out speakers on my laptop, and drowning in different projects with ridiculous self-imposed deadlines, it’s a wonder I even know the Tour started on Saturday. But then […]

TweetThe first time a girl kissed me – a brief peck on the lips – I was left with the sensation [through a drunken haze], that her lips were almost too soft. That’s sort of what this scarf is like. Wrapped in plastic and slipped into a envelope, it arrived on my doorstep a few […]