Pedal Strike

TweetI thought it was hilarious when Representative Barney Frank asked a woman, who compared planned health care reforms to Nazi policies, “on what planet do you spend most of your time?” In a way, that’s not such a rhetorical question when you’re in Massachusetts. I was hoping the crazy was limited to the rare isolated […]

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 […]

TweetDid I really write a half-sentimental, verging on fuzzy-wuzzy post on bike polo yesterday? Yeah, yeah I did. Wow. That’s kind of embarrassing. I mean, sure everyone who plays in Boston is incredibly laid-back, but the reality of playing polo is more “Fight Club” than “Sister Act.” More “Kill Bill” than “Snow White.” It involves […]

TweetLast summer, I encountered my first pack of roadies. Plodding home from work, mostly zoned out, a male voice behind my ear called out: “On your left.” As those words hit my brain, I instantly found myself floating in a sea of matching spandex. Six or seven cyclists drew up alongside me before passing by […]

TweetEvery Bostonian that reads this blog will probably understand the title reference. Or they should, if they consider themselves true Bostonians. Especially when it’s coupled with this: Yeah I know, I said I wouldn’t make another one. But I owe Jeremy this kind of maddening, eye-straining, muffled-scream inducing embroidery work, mostly because my bike almost […]