Cold Storage

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 →

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 →

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