The Curse of Four Millimeters
I don’t know how a guy who shows off the better part of a half meter of seat post comes to the conclusion that his…
Velominati Super Prestige
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The Fire and the Moth
In my journey through life, I’ve been struck by the near universal existence of the competitive spirit amongst people. Even people who claim not to…
On Rule #59: Hold Your Line
Anecdotal research suggests that people are being let off-leash without adequate training to perform basic activities such as walking on sidewalks or through airports and busy city centers.…
Getting Dropped
I can can feel his cold breath on my back, like a shadow drifting through an alleyway. He’s not yet upon me, but the Man…
The Swanny
Behind every great rider, there’s a great soigneur. The right hand man, the go-to guy, who tends every whim of his rider, feeding, watering, mending…
The Rules Goes on the Road-NYC
Here are a few lessons learned while in New York City. I’m sure leaving a bar at one o’clock in the morning is not how…
Convergence of the Two Fives
Physics tells us that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. The conservation law extend beyond the physical world and into mystical where the V…
The Mirror
Have you ever been told to take a good look at yourself? Usually it infers that you need to smarten up your ideas, get your…
In Search of Power
It’s no secret that I’m prone to riding in the big ring as much as possible, mostly on account of my not being a giant…
Gravity
Gravity is the most unavoidable force on Earth, with the possible exception of Stupidity. And like with Stupidity, you can take measures to reduce its…
The Reflective Bike of Authority
Everyone knows you need at least three road bikes – two if you’re absolutely determined to make a point about minimalism. Bike Number One is…
The Dig
“Are you havin’ a dig at me?” It’s a good old phrase that one. I hear it occasionally, usually in response to some jest, part…
Speed
I wasn’t anywhere near old enough to hold a driver’s license but my dad had already bought me a motorcycle. It was a late seventies…
La Vie Velominatus: Rebirth
Wind is an asshole. I have no patience left for it. It has all of it been used up, gone, finished. It is the only force…
Every Day is Leg Day
The proclamation is heard in the office, on social media, at the bar with friends; “It’s leg day.” When someone utters “it’s leg day” the…
Hunger
My favorite feeling is perhaps the empty hollowness of hunger. That statement, in itself, is a declaration of the privileged life I’ve led; it is…
The Illusion of Transparency
The illusion of transparency is perhaps the most important tool the Velominatus has in their toolbox, apart from having some measure of competence, being Casually…
Raining in My Heart
Not one to subscribe to the slew of text speak or acronyms that permeate the modern vernacular (well, not too much, I guess YJA is…
The Thin Black Line
Every time we get on our bikes, we are playing a game of Russian Roulette. We take care to maintain our machines, to make sure…
To Look Good is Already to Go Fast
To look good is already to go fast. -Paul Fournel, Vélo My approach to research is pretty straight forward. First, I develop an opinion –…