Pedal Strike

TweetRemember when Bape was popular? Not like when it was still obscure enough to be hip but when it was just underground enough to get you some scene points? And then how it exploded into this black hole of shameless consumerism? I remember the shirts, the secret stores with no signs, and one of the […]

Tweet Measuring up has never really been my forte. Even literally. Something’s always not right. I’ve mastered the art of miscalculation of seam allowances. Making patterns from my own measurements means drawing, cutting, sewing, making adjustments, ripping it apart, then repeating, repeating, repeating. It’s easier when you have a friend be your “model.” You don’t […]

Tweet I’m still on that cheating high where you feel totally awesome because at least one person is sweating you hard enough not to care that you might actually be dating someone else. Like when you get compliments and looks because of your shiny new bike and you totally forget about your trusty old beater […]

Tweet There’s really no point in cheating. Because in the end you figure out/come to your senses that you should have stuck with whatever/whomever you’re cheating on in the first place. I would know. Or at least my legs and ego would. (Who would have thought that I could get up hills faster with one […]

Tweet It’s hot out. Like the sewing machine is melting off my face hot. So maybe someone can use a hat or two in this heat. Or hopefully the owner of a white bike with matching helmet parked across the street from the Loew’s can. At least it’ll keep the sweat out of your eyes. […]