Pedal Strike

TweetDear Mark, I assume you’re not passed out in a ditch somewhere after whatever may have transpired last night to celebrate the end of 2L. I’m hoping you can read this through the haze of your hangover. Remember yesterday when I ran into you again after our rescheduled exams? And you told me not to […]

TweetI’ve been perfecting my pout lately. Not the confidently sexy one that I may or may not put on with a cute outfit and shoes that aren’t Sidis. The other one. The burning-with-envy-and-bordering-on-temper-tantrums one. The one that belongs on girlfriends trying to guilt their boyfriends into doing buying something for them. The one that belongs […]

TweetOh, and study. That’s pretty much all I did yesterday. I fell into bed early on Saturday in anticipation for the Sunday morning ride, even though there was no route planned. And possibly no ride partner, Pete having texted me late Saturday night that he was up for the ride but was an “anarchist party.” […]

TweetI’ve been taking the long way home these days. From Newton up through Watertown, through Cambridge, Allston, then back to Brighton. The route manages to pass by all my favorite bike shops too. When I dropped by Cambridge Bikes the other day – my future riding/training partner had promised to be there but had called […]