Further to yesterday's post, in which I singlehandedly came up with the brilliant idea of a celebratory ride for not-quite-vintage bicycles, there's clearly lots of interest in Meh-roica, so even though I'm never, ever going to organize it let's just pretend I am: Speaking of pretending, the above flyer is obviously 100% AI-generated, which cost... Continue Reading →
Those Were The Days…
Way back in 2014 I rode in L'Eroica--the one in Italy, no less: I rode it as a guest of Brooks, makers of fine dead cow bicycle saddles, and apart from the aforelinked post everything I wrote about it was for their blog, which no longer exists. They say the Internet is forever, but as... Continue Reading →
The Gloves Are Off
In recent years we've all had to adjust to the fact that Portland's (the one in Oregon) heyday as a cycling superpower is far behind it, but is Copenhagen meeting the same fate? If so, you can blame young people, who as we all know are ruining everything: This decline may seem modest, but at... Continue Reading →
Going In-COG-nito
Imagine you're living in an alternate dimension, one in which bicycles make sense. It's 2026, and a mainstream company is introducing a new mountain bike. Here it is: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W5Oq0tU9Slg Sadly we don't live in that dimension, we live in this one. Here, bicycles don't make any sense. So Marin made only like 400 of these,... Continue Reading →
It’s My Cloud And I’ll Yell At It If I Want To
***Please Note: This blog will be closed on Monday, September 7th for Laborious Day, though you're welcome to come in anyway and rummage around, as long as you leave things more or less as you found them. I'll be back on Tuesday. And yes, I know I just took a vacation, but so what?*** Hey!... Continue Reading →
Just Another Cockie-And-Bull Story
This past Tuesday I mentioned the erstwhile "Cockie" award, and lately it seems like the universe is telling me to bring it back: Though this particular specimen could just as easily qualify for a JBARA award in the fixie category: And yes, if you're reading this you should already know that JBARA stands for "Just... Continue Reading →
You’ve Got To Hide Your Love Away
America. Sure, we've got our problems, but let's set the cynicism aside and take a moment to unironically appreciate how lucky we are to live here. We've got fifty--count 'em, 50!--fun-filled states brimming with every sort of terrain and retail establishment and lunatic you could possibly imagine. It's like Canada if it were interesting. But... Continue Reading →
Eccentricity: It’s Not Just For Chainrings
Further to yesterday's post, a reader or two noted I didn't mention which bike I took with me on vacation: Please be advised that is not the bike I took with me on vacation, though it is a bike I saw while I was on vacation. Here is a spectral image of my reflection while... Continue Reading →
I’m Not In The Pink But I Am Seeing Red
I'd like to say my vacation has left me well-rested and brimming with positivity. Sadly this is not the case. If anything, I return to you even more world-weary and bewildered by the current state of bicycles and humanity at large. In retrospect, my vacation ended before it even began, as I headed out for... Continue Reading →
Some Perfunctory Kvetching And Then I’m On Vacation!
Well, it's that time of year again: I am officially signing off, starting at the very end of this post until the very start of the next one, which will appear at some point during August 31st, 2026. But before I leave, I've got some complaining to do: Like all my complaints, this too is... Continue Reading →