The Aesthete’s Choice
It has not escaped my attention that as I’ve evolved away from my original profession as a software developer and moved towards systems and solutions architecture…
Velominati Super Prestige
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On Looking Fantastic
Whenever I do anything, I try my best to project the confidence of Han Solo leaving the cantina after cooking Greedo which has been scientifically proven…
The Nine Kit
Riding in bad weather is an incredible experience assuming you don’t fall off and break your hip, or you don’t get hit by a car. Those…
Inflation
My first bike was a Sears Moonlight Special. It was literally a piece of shit – figuratively. I mean, it would only “literally” be a…
Celeste
In grade school, a teacher once asked me to name my favorite color, a query to which I responded with the only logical answer for any prepubescent…
The Cyclist
Being away from the bike is agony. Even for the day, while I’m at work, my mind swims about, thinking about my next ride. I worry that…
In Memoriam: The Funny Bike
Summer, it appears, has been snatched abruptly from Seattle’s grasp, like a squeak toy from a puppy’s mouth. A week ago, we were setting record temperatures which were…
The Liberty of Suffering
The bicycle has always been a symbol of Freedom. Not just for us as children, extending the boundaries of our stomping grounds by an order…
The Hammer and the Nail
Sometimes you’re the hammer, sometimes you’re the nail. I was a cheapy little Ikea one today. It was terrible. – Geraint Thomas It is strange,…
Guest Article: Hey! Ho! Let’s Go!
We’ve remarked many times on the connection between the pained musician and the Cyclist. Layne Staley and Marco Pantani being a prominent example of a reflection in…
La Vie Velominatus: Santoku
In Japanese, “Santoku” means “Three Virtues”. Exactly which three virtues it is referring to is unclear, but I am fascinated by the idea of a single…
Lock, Sock, and Two Smoking Barrels
It used to be that you could choose any color shoes you wanted, so long as they were black and any color socks, so long as they were…
La Vie Velominatus: Standing Grace
We are bipedal creatures. Fact. Bipedal locomotion sucks. Also a fact. This makes being a human somewhat challenging in the sense that we don’t have opposable…
Meet Your Maker
The wheel has always fascinated me, and why wouldn’t it? It’s one of the oldest known inventions, with the earliest archeological example believed to be…
Shadow Boxing
In the 1989 Tour de France, Laurent Fignon was on the rivet. Close to collapse. But his Directeur Sportif noticed that Greg LeMond’s shoulders were rocking;…
The Book and the Cover
I rode with a rider I know from work a few weeks ago. The first time we sat in a meeting together, we immediately pegged one another…
Voyeurs
We are a sick lot. We have no morals whatsoever. I understand why others are wary of us, why café patrons reel in disgust, why real men driving utes…
Defining Moments: Dust Caps
I genuinely miss the eighties. Funny Bikes, which I say without thinking this though. Then again, time trial bikes today are basically road bikes with a position…
Short But Sweet
My lungs feel my favorite way my lungs can feel. Every breath I take tells me the whereabouts of each alveolus. They feel raw, like they were scraped…
La Vie Velominatus: Gun Envy
Three things define a Cyclist: their ability to crush fools, their ability to Look Fantastic, and the Magnificence of their Guns. If you are lacking in one,…