Fun With Stickerz!

On his bike my friend Stephen has been sporting a simple declarative sticker given to him by a fellow rider that grows more awesome with each new gas-price increase and thus is something I’ve been coveting of late. But in this day and internest age why waaaaaaaaaait around hoping for a handout when you can …

The Incident At 8th & Muirfield With The Douchebag In The Coupe

The annotated image capture from Google Maps above isn’t entirely necessary, but I figured what the hell. So yesterday afternoon I’m on my way from work to the Mid-Wilshire area to join my wife and some of her employees at a wonderful little place called Mamma Mia where we were to enjoy pizza and beer …

Best Of Times, Worst Of Times

General consensus is that April’s the cruelest month, but for the second June in a row I’ve taken a decent spill on my bike that left me battered up. Last year it was all my fault — mechanically speaking. Nothing random about it. I’d set myself up for a fall because earlier that day I’d …

Three-Wow-Sand Miles

Warning: horn tooting imminent Well I missed that by a mile — or 1,500 of them — didn’t I? Not even two weeks into the sixth month of the year and last night I rolled past my goal of 3,000 bicycling miles for 2008. Officially the new goal is to be at 5280 miles (because …

I Am A 6’2″, 215-pound Manly Man And I Have Absolutely No Problem Admitting That Eva Cassidy Makes Me Weep, Do You?

Just as there are songs like Prodigy’s “Firestarter” and Wall of Voodoo’s “Ring of Fire” that I can’t listen to while biking because they make me ride punkass angry almost to the point of where I’m looking for a fight, there are also songs that calm me without fail. The late and great Eva Cassidy’s …