Pedal Strike

TweetLast night, I went home with a guy I had just met. Actually we parted ways about 200ft after getting on our respective bikes, but I’d been eyeing his bike for a while. A red ‘cross Alan; it used to be locked up at the bike rack near the parking lot. I recently switched to […]

TweetBelieve it or not, I’ve sort of been trying to avoid cookies. Or, eating cookies, rather. I haven’t gone so far as to give them up for Lent, but a desire to lose the winter weight has me sort of watching what I eat. Sort of. Because after my first hour-long ride [perhaps ever, because […]

TweetNot the NCAA one, although I’ve technically filled out a bracket for that. I had no idea what I was doing, even if a friend informed me that he had his money on my being the dark horse NCAA bracket champion. Needless to say, I’m currently ranked DFL. March has been hectic though. While I […]

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 […]