Pedal Strike

TweetBack in my fag hag days, a fabulously gay friend once informed me: “I only like to be friends with attractive people.” I laughed in response, at least half in disbelief. The statement sounds ludicrous but I was also struck by its stark naked honesty. We all want to be friends with attractive, fashionable, interesting […]

TweetWhen I first arrived in Boston, with no friends or knowledge of the city, my best friend directed me to Newbury Street. It’s no New York, she cautioned, but it would at least be something to do/see. She was right. On both points. The long stretch of Newbury Street made for good people watching and […]

TweetYou know you’re at Interbike when the day starts with a stop by a suite at the Venetian, and the elevator next to you spits out a guy in a full kit on his bike, who clips in and rides his way to his hotel room. But you know the day’s going to be really […]

TweetMy love of bike shops is no secret; I’ll stubbornly stand in cleats around bike stands, even with a knee that’s throbbing and begging me to sit down, to kill time with the best mechanics around, whether in NYC or Boston. I never thought, though, that I’d have the opportunity to watch a new bike […]

TweetWhen I first got Embrocation Cycling Journal volume 2, the first page I incidentally turned to was “The Art of the Bike Wash” by Radio Freddy. On the pages following the piece were pictures and two sentences: “A clean machine is a PRO machine. Keep it PRO, keep it clean.” Sometimes I wish I’d never […]