I realize I am remiss in updating you on the pair of track bikes I received from Classic Cycle back in April: As tempted as I've been to ride the Fiorelli slowly around Brooklyn in the hopes that people will notice the massive street cred of my inch-pitch drivetrain, I have not yet had occasion... Continue Reading →

Not that you care about our local leadership, but Eric Adams has officially won the Democratic mayoral primary here in New York City. This means he's pretty much a shoo-in for mayor, though technically he does have to win the general election against Republican candidate Curtis Sliwa, shown here ranting about the Five Boro Bike... Continue Reading →

Further to last Friday's post, in which I mentioned "toxic masculinity," a reader mentioned a Twitter thread in which someone accused cargo bike riders of it and sure enough... https://twitter.com/EngineerDustin/status/1406748299974135812?s=20 Like people critiquing Pete Buttigieg's seat height, this is yet more evidence (as if you needed it) that Bike Twitter is a gigantic Smugness Ouroboros... Continue Reading →

Happy Fourth of July! Or, if you live in some other country...Happy Fourth of July! (Assuming you're also on the Gregorian calendar, that is, and not one of those metric ones.) I'm preparing to ride off into the weekend... ...during which I hope to get caught up on the Touring of France, which NBC now... Continue Reading →

Forgive me for re-purposing a Twitter observation, but the more I think about this the truer it is: https://twitter.com/bikesnobnyc/status/1409586366736846851?s=20 And please note I have nothing against gravel bikes--or even hard seltzer for that matter: Also, speaking of gravel bikes and strained analogies, Campagnolo Ekar is totally the "Delta Variant" of gravel drivetrains: They keep trying... Continue Reading →

After riding my antique road bike on Friday, the very next day I did virtually the same ride on my A. Homer Hilsen: In so doing, what I discovered is that I'm faster on the Litespeed, but I'm more comfortable on the Rivendell. Now that's what you call a mind-blowing revelation. Meanwhile, the Touring of... Continue Reading →

Today I put on special clothes and rode one of those bikes with the curly-type handlebars like in the Tour de France: Although with it's archaic rim brakes, level top tube, and metal rims with a redundant amount of spokes, it bears little resemblance to the bikes they actually use in the Tour de France... Continue Reading →

In yesterday's post, I mentioned Morrissey's meat smoker, and I'm pleased to report I may have actually found it: I suppose I should be annoyed that this bike rack in now inaccessible unless you're willing to risk third-degree burns, but mostly it just makes me happy to see people taking the streetscape into their own... Continue Reading →

Firstly, I apologize for my spotty presence this week. However, as the school year winds down the child party scene starts heating up, and therefore I've been busy flitting from fête to fête. So I'll be back just as soon as I finish nursing my juice box hangover. Secondly, even in my sickly-sweet inebriated state,... Continue Reading →

It's the mayoral primary election today here in New York City. You know, there are people out there who think New Yorkers are arrogant and suffer from the delusion that their city is the center of the universe. I have no idea where this notion comes from--I mean, we only think the fate of the... Continue Reading →