Pedal Strike

I 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 all [...]

There are usually two choices when you’re stuck out in the frigid cold on a bicycle in too little gear: 1. go as fast as you can while hoping that the resulting body heat you create will somehow overcome the wind that you’ve also created, or 2. reduce your speed under the theory that less [...]

I don’t like to say that I hate to travel. The statement seems to immediately make you a smaller, closed-minded person who is only capable of being comfortable in familiar surroundings. It seems to kill off any ideas that you might have a sense of curiosity or adventure, or that you are in any way [...]

I didn’t go to Cornell [for college] but I found the best room mate there.

We found each other in a slightly musty dorm room on the first day of summer school. Hailing from Staten Island, Mell was lightly freckled and Irish to the core. She was confident without being arrogant and charismatic without being annoying. [...]

I never believed in taking “breaks” from a relationship. When friends would tell me that they were “going on a break” from their [once] significant others, it always just sounded like they were “going on a [really drawn out path towards] break[ing up].”

Of course, it takes falling in love really hard to finally see that [...]