Pedal Strike

TweetBeing single and female presents its plethora of problems. Add “Asian” to the mix and it’s like a whole nother universe. Like if anyone seemingly flirts with me [a rare occurrence, thankfully], I immediately imagine their rooms: a tiny closet-like space filled with anime posters, Asian language books, pictures of ex-girlfriends [all Asian], and a […]

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. […]

TweetLike most people, I really hate heartbreak. The crying, self-doubt, nights alone that used to be spent either on the phone or giggling with a boyfriend, and just the complete emotional exhaustion. It sucks. I suppose I was incredibly lucky when, the morning after my last break up, I ran into a friend who had […]

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 […]

TweetDespite how addicting it was to watch le Tour over the weekend, I was grateful yesterday was a rest day. It was one less thing to miss, and simultaneously, one less thing to sigh and roll my eyes about. Don’t get me wrong, I love watching the Tour. It was what came afterwards that has […]