Pedal Strike

TweetI suppose, in a way, that it was completely appropriate to be feeling up a roadie’s legs last weekend. Actually, I felt up two different sets of legs, and the hard substance that the denim was covering up was foreign enough to have me almost groping. In a totally platonic way, though, and we were […]

TweetI’m boarding another bus this afternoon to head back home to Boston. Goodbye NYC, goodbye swelteringly hot printing studio in Billyburg, goodbye comfy black couch in NYC Velo. And also, in a way, goodbye summer. Not that it’s over, technically. But most cyclists will probably agree that they’re feeling it pulling to a reluctant close. […]

TweetI can be such a bitch in the morning without coffee. This isn’t news. Especially not to me. So I try to do the right thing and inject myself with caffeine before I really speak to anyone at work. That obviously doesn’t keep me from being a ranting maniac on the morning commute, but I […]

TweetI firmly believe there are three kinds of sweat: the hot, dry kind of casual summer rides around town, the squeamishly humid kind that won’t ever seem to abate, and last but not least [and possibly the best], the drenching, dripping, addicting kind that can only be a product of a decent training ride. I’ve […]