Pedal Strike

TweetI fell asleep in my Sidis today. With my bike under me. No, I wasn’t on some insane 24 hour bike race [unfortunately]. I was on a bus, heading down to a once more familiar city, but one I’ve never biked in. Groggy from a four hour bus ride punctuated with fits of sleep, I […]

TweetJust a warning: this blog will becoming increasingly…boring…for the next few weeks. At least in the cycling department [which is the whole point of this blog, right?], due to finals. However, it might be mildly entertaining in that can’t-not-look-at-that-train-wreck kind of way. In moments of clarity and sanity, even I’m amazed at what finals can […]

TweetI once had the worst crush on a boy who was into ska. We’re talking one of those I-can’t-even-look-him-in-the-eye crushes. He never knew my name. Probably for the best, as my creepy was definitely reaching “old pedophile” levels. My best friend tolerated my drooling, and when the crush finally disappeared one day, she proceeded to […]

TweetLast night, I went home with a guy I had just met. Actually we parted ways about 200ft after getting on our respective bikes, but I’d been eyeing his bike for a while. A red ‘cross Alan; it used to be locked up at the bike rack near the parking lot. I recently switched to […]

Tweet“Save your crushes for the unattainable.” That’s one of the strangest pieces of advice I’ve ever gotten from a friend. I didn’t get it at all at the time. I still might be misunderstanding it. It sort of requires a sense of self-confidence that borders on the delusional, and that sort of turns me off. […]