Pedal Strike

TweetThey say summers aren’t complete without a kind of [briefly ridiculous] love. Preferably one with a partner that would otherwise be unattainable/unrealistic/undateable. Because for three hot months, you can just ignore the glaring signs that things will fizzle out come September. It’s summer. Time to make some embarrassing forgettable choices! To be honest, this whole […]

TweetI hate it when people ask me whether I prefer hot or cold weather. If I had to absolutely choose one over the other, which one would I pick? Like if all year long, it was either really hot or extremely cold, and you couldn’t ever move again. It’s kind of asking someone, if forced […]

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. […]

TweetIt might feel like October in Boston, but you know it’s summer when everyone starts chasing a yellow jersey. Ah, the Tour de France. Having no TV, blown out speakers on my laptop, and drowning in different projects with ridiculous self-imposed deadlines, it’s a wonder I even know the Tour started on Saturday. But then […]

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 […]