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Where There’s A Quill There’s A Way

Greetings from down here in New York State's perineum: Where we've recently emerged from the rather piratey-sounding weather phenomenon known as a "nor'easter:" I asked the AI to create an image for "A pirate spotting a nor'easter approaching towards the starboard bow" and instead I got Max Cavalera of Brazilian thrash metal sensations Sepultura taking... Continue Reading →

A Day Off By Any Other Name Would Be As Lazy

Today is the holiday that back in the age of mechanical shifting and rim brakes we used to call "Columbus Day:" However, since nobody rides steel bikes anymore it's now called "Italian Heritage/Indigenous Peoples' Day"--or at least that's what it says on the school calendar, followed by the words "schools closed," and since I kinda-sorta... Continue Reading →

Still Trying To Get A Handle On Things

Pity the modern bicycle consumer, who must somehow choose from among thousands upon thousands of nearly identical gravel bikes, the newest one being the oddly-named yet otherwise thrillingly generic Ari Shafer: I'm glad the Ari Shafer has answers, because I have a question: Are you the same Ari Shafer who invited me to his Mets-themed... Continue Reading →

Sneaking In A Sneaker Ride

After several consecutive days of wearing attack-themed clothing and those types of shoes where they attach themselves to the pedals it was time to change gears--using friction thumb shifters and a low-normal derailleur, of course: So I packed a small lunch, loaded it into the basket of the Platypus, and headed out clad in the... Continue Reading →

Sole Searching

As a contrarian who's contrary for contrarianism's sake, I take great pains to eschew and deride the whole gravel bike thing while at the same time riding a bicycle with drop bars and ample tire clearance... ...and regularly steering it onto trails and pathways surfaced with Very Small Rocks: Also, while I may be a... Continue Reading →

Of Culture And Cultured Pearls

In his lighthearted farcical novel "1984," George Orwell writes: The Party said that Oceania had never been in alliance with Eurasia. He, Winston Smith, knew that Oceania had been in alliance with Eurasia as short a time as four years ago. But where did that knowledge exist? Only in his own consciousness, which in any... Continue Reading →

Cutting The Mustard

Further to yesterday's post in which I addressed the surfeit of "game-changing" innovations in cycling, I'm proud to introduce a new recurring feature* called "Game Changer of the Day" (GCOTD) in which I analyze whatever's supposed to be changing the game today and determine if it is in fact game-changing. *[I know it sounds tedious,... Continue Reading →

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