Pedal Strike

Tweet“Remind me to invent time travel,” was the first thought that popped into my head when I finally landed in Newark last night. It consequently got tweeted a few hours later when I got back to Boston, greasy, hungry, exhausted, and reeking of airplane. I’m a fairly seasoned traveler, but suffice it to say that […]

TweetIt wasn’t New York, it wasn’t Christmas eve, and it didn’t end in the drunk tank. But it was as carefree as a “Fairytale of New York.” You know the Pogues song. With those charming lyrics [“you’re a bum, you’re a punk/you’re an old slut on junk”], it’s the song that’ll run laps around my […]

TweetHaving realized that Dragonforce in the morning can only get you so far on the rollers, I have shamelessly embraced Hulu like a fat kid clutches onto his prized sack of Halloween candy. Somehow, when you’re on the rollers and the sun hasn’t come out yet, it’s perfectly okay to start your day with a […]

TweetBecause pictures [of pretty bicycles] are worth ten million words. And because I’m up to my eyeballs in work these days. The Dolan is officially NYC Velo’s Bike of the Week [a.k.a. BOTW]. Check out the rest of their flickr sets for bikes that are [arguably] way prettier than mine.

TweetWhen significant others fail become less significant, I do what [I’d like to think] most others do: stuff all objects/memories/gifts/pictures associated with said person into some kind of receptacle [not the trash, though, apparently newly broken hearts like to cling not purge] and place it somewhere it can be easily forgotten. Months later, I’ll come […]