Update: I will be contributing some posts to Boston Biker. If you happen to read both blogs you will notice some overlap of content. But for my regular readers you can keep your eyes here- you won’t miss a beat of my misguided attempt to make the world a better place for bikers through silly […]
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Every morning this woman on a Vespa passes me looking very stylish on her way to work. I can’t help but wonder- aren’t her legs bored?
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The best part of commuting by bike is that I don’t have to spend part of the day here: Instead, my days go like this: And before you assume this was a bike ride for leisure or exercise, it was actually a trip to the grocery store. I needed an eggplant. […]
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When you get a new bike, there is always an important bonding period. It’s important to take some time to get to know your bike. The first thing to do is to go on a long long ride. It’s best to not have a plan or a schedule and just go. Leave the city and […]
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There comes a time (apparently) when a cyclist gets so obsessed with bicycles that friends and family decide they have to intervene. I assumed I had a ways to go before I hit the obsession point as I have not: built my own bike figured out what gearing ratios are or learned how to adjust a […]
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It was a very wet commute home today. So I stole borrowed a poncho and headed out. I saw many amazing sights including a wreck of a pirate ship on Mass Ave (double parked) and hit some crazy traffic caused by a passing school of fish.
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The other day I came across a picture of my brother at about three years old or so- from about 1988 or 1989. Clearly it is foreshadowing something to come: And 22 years later, not much has changed except the number of wheels:
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When I was a child I lived abroad in a country where there very different cultural attitude- particularly towards children. When I would need to cross the street to get to a park near my apartment, adult pedestrians and complete strangers would signal to cars who would come to dead stop. I would be escorted across […]
Read More ›This is Emily. She cuts my hair in the classic Lulu haircut. She also plays some music: Note: Artistic liberties were taken in this rendering. I have not seen her play in person. For all I know, she could play music like this: But she probably doesn’t. Emily rides a bicycle too. When she heard I […]
Read More ›…or “How I met Michael Dukakis” Do you ever get jealous of car horns? Do you ever just want to make some loud noise that says “Watch out!” or “Get out of my way” or “You fucker, stop texting and look before you cross the street!” I do. But I try to make do with a […]
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