Pedal Strike

TweetWhen a met a tall, lanky, long-haired boy with “Everybody Poops” tattooed on the inside of his wrist, I never thought that he would be my first ever customer. Back then, this blog was still mysteriously anonymous, and I only had two jobs – hat making and blogging – in addition to school instead of […]

TweetWith bicycles, the more you know, the more you know how much you don’t know when you know something’s wrong. At least as applied to me. “I think it’s my bottom bracket,” I’ll say. “Um…no…that looks okay. It’s your [chainring/freewheel/chain/any other part that is not my bottom bracket],” will be the reply from a trusted […]

TweetI hate to admit it but I’ve reached that all too familiar impasse with my usual ride to Arlington. Like that feeling of slight disappointment mixed with guilt you feel when you’re hanging out with a really nice person and you try to make a sarcastic joke and they respond with a small frown and […]

TweetI never thought that chasing a wafel would end with me falling in love with a cookie. And for once, that’s no euphemism. A few months ago, on a rainy July day, I chased down the Wafels & Dinges truck for the first time. Catching up with it in midtown, eagerly eying the menu, I […]

TweetI [fortunately?] have a few friends who have enough social influence to enable them to drag me out to events I have no desire of attending. This usually involves countless excuses on my part, then having said excuses shot down too efficiently and a half-joking ultimatum that not going would entail the end of our […]