Pedal Strike

TweetYou know when you really like to do something that you’re just not particularly good at? That’s me and cooking. Okay, and cycling, but we’re putting that aside for now. It wasn’t until law school that I found myself alone in an apartment with a knife, cutting board, and stove and left to fend for […]

TweetWhen significant others fail become less significant, I do what [I’d like to think] most others do: stuff all objects/memories/gifts/pictures associated with said person into some kind of receptacle [not the trash, though, apparently newly broken hearts like to cling not purge] and place it somewhere it can be easily forgotten. Months later, I’ll come […]

TweetIt’s Friday night, and there’s a hand sneaking in between my legs. Fingers brush my inner thigh as I squeal and giggle. I wasn’t tipsy at all. Just a little drunk off adrenaline from the Superb Grand Opening party. I had cleared my schedule weeks in advance for this party [and not only because cassette […]

TweetYou know you’re at Interbike when the day starts with a stop by a suite at the Venetian, and the elevator next to you spits out a guy in a full kit on his bike, who clips in and rides his way to his hotel room. But you know the day’s going to be really […]

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 […]