Pedal Strike

TweetRemember the “ipod nod”? Back when only a select few had ipods and they were far from touch screen? And those white earbuds would qualify you for that so-geeky-it’s-chic, sage nod from another ipod owner? That secret, shared understanding of owning something…superior? I like how that died within a year as ipods and Apple just […]

Tweet“Hey, wanna race ‘cross?” Marcus asked me this as he, Eric, and I lingered on Harvard Ave last night after an IBC sushi fest. He just got a new cross bike that he’s building up today so maybe I should have expected the question. And even with a belly full of sushi, I nearly pounced […]

TweetMy Mom has this tendency to flip through clothes with a dismissive, almost violent hand. Hangers squeak loudly against poles as she’ll cast aside suits, shirts, and pants, unable to find that perfect, impeccably tailored, designer whatever. Meanwhile I try not to completely lose it as the product of someone’s hard labor is violently shoved […]

TweetI got up this morning and made a beeline for the bathroom. Nearly tripping over the rollers in the hallway, I wondered why 1. I had to pee so badly, and 2. why there were clothes strewn all over my floor. Oh, yeah. Beer. Cupcake. Mustache. Well, the party, I mean. The book itself, created […]

TweetA friend once asked me why I didn’t just switch my squealing, impossible to adjust cantilever brakes – the front refuses to STFU, so in retaliation, I refuse to use it – to center pull caliper ones. “It’s not like you’re ever going to race ‘cross,” he said. I stubbornly refused to switch them out […]